Michael Rhodes
2004-10-19 08:08:51 UTC
Ivor Wood, the children's film animator, died 13 October, 2004.
Here's a profile of the great man from the Guardian 3 years ago:-
<Portrait>
<Life post Pat>
<From the Guardian 2001>
Postman Pat has been trundling across TV screens in 50 countries for 20
years. Now Ivor Wood has sold him off - for £5m. Simon Hattenstone
meets the animator who knows the truth about the Magic Roundabout
Woodland. It sounds so dreamily bucolic. Woodland Animations is where
Ivor Wood brings the creatures of his imagination to life. You'll
probably have heard of them. There's Orinoco, Bulgaria and their
Wombling family, Paddington Bear and, most profitably, Postman Pat and
his black and white cat.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,3604,593494,00.html
Wood has just sold Postman Pat for £5m to help ease his way into
semi-retirement. Although the animator only ever made 26 15-minute
episodes, and four half-hour specials, it has been shown on television
in more than 50 countries, and Pat, an unremarkable rural postman, has
become a legend. So much so that 20 years on, all posties are called
Pat and asked if they have a black and white cat. Pat became a role
model for preschool children - kind, helpful, and optimistic, he
embodied all that was good in the human spirit. Best of all, he shut
the kids up.
Woodland doesn't seem quite big enough for Ivor Wood. He's a big man
who bends and shuffles through his mews house. On the shelf is a model
Postman Pat with brown hair. On the table is a model Postman Pat with
ginger hair, a little closer to the original. But Woodland isn't quite
as appealing as I had imagined. It could be a souvenir shop, or the
lobby of a cottage industry - which, in effect, it is. The entrance is
stacked with videos of Pat and there are loads of silver discs on the
wall celebrating Pat's sales. The back room is lined with file after
file. Nothing dreamy about Woodland's elaborate accounting system.
Wood was born in Yorkshire and is half French, half English. He speaks
in an unlikely accent - Compo meets Charles Aznavour. His mouth is soft
and liquid like a Frenchman's, while his belly has a corpulent
Englishness to it. He says that 69 years on, he feels more French than
English. "But I can't moan at the English side because dear old Pat is
English isn't he?"
Ah, perhaps he's having last-minute regrets about flogging Pat. Does he
feel proprietorial towards him? "Well I wouldn't have passed him on if
that had been the case. I would have wept and kept it."
It? I'm beginning to feel uneasy.
"But I can do other things now. Life goes on. OK, that's been one
stage, it's done very well. I'm not disowning him, but... "
Pat is standing on the table as we talk. It doesn't seem right. What if
he's listening? "Ehohohoho-ehahaha," Wood chuckles in his
Compo-Aznavour voice. "He knows all about it." What, he had a word with
Pat, before the sale, to make sure he was OK with it? "No, we don't go
that far. Nonononono. We don't have Harvey the Rabbit."
Wood started out as a painter. What kind of artist was he? "Lousy I
suppose, Ehohohoho-ehahahah!! I never sold anything."
He painted anything and everything, but to no avail. He worked in a
factory as a lift operator to subsidise his non-income. After nine
months, and by now in his mid-20s, he went to work as an animator for a
commercials company. "I thought, my God, I am back to art school. They
really were a bunch of idiots. Great guys. They were all crazy. Had a
marvellous time there."
--
Michael Rhodes
Here's a profile of the great man from the Guardian 3 years ago:-
<Portrait>
<Life post Pat>
<From the Guardian 2001>
Postman Pat has been trundling across TV screens in 50 countries for 20
years. Now Ivor Wood has sold him off - for £5m. Simon Hattenstone
meets the animator who knows the truth about the Magic Roundabout
Woodland. It sounds so dreamily bucolic. Woodland Animations is where
Ivor Wood brings the creatures of his imagination to life. You'll
probably have heard of them. There's Orinoco, Bulgaria and their
Wombling family, Paddington Bear and, most profitably, Postman Pat and
his black and white cat.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,3604,593494,00.html
Wood has just sold Postman Pat for £5m to help ease his way into
semi-retirement. Although the animator only ever made 26 15-minute
episodes, and four half-hour specials, it has been shown on television
in more than 50 countries, and Pat, an unremarkable rural postman, has
become a legend. So much so that 20 years on, all posties are called
Pat and asked if they have a black and white cat. Pat became a role
model for preschool children - kind, helpful, and optimistic, he
embodied all that was good in the human spirit. Best of all, he shut
the kids up.
Woodland doesn't seem quite big enough for Ivor Wood. He's a big man
who bends and shuffles through his mews house. On the shelf is a model
Postman Pat with brown hair. On the table is a model Postman Pat with
ginger hair, a little closer to the original. But Woodland isn't quite
as appealing as I had imagined. It could be a souvenir shop, or the
lobby of a cottage industry - which, in effect, it is. The entrance is
stacked with videos of Pat and there are loads of silver discs on the
wall celebrating Pat's sales. The back room is lined with file after
file. Nothing dreamy about Woodland's elaborate accounting system.
Wood was born in Yorkshire and is half French, half English. He speaks
in an unlikely accent - Compo meets Charles Aznavour. His mouth is soft
and liquid like a Frenchman's, while his belly has a corpulent
Englishness to it. He says that 69 years on, he feels more French than
English. "But I can't moan at the English side because dear old Pat is
English isn't he?"
Ah, perhaps he's having last-minute regrets about flogging Pat. Does he
feel proprietorial towards him? "Well I wouldn't have passed him on if
that had been the case. I would have wept and kept it."
It? I'm beginning to feel uneasy.
"But I can do other things now. Life goes on. OK, that's been one
stage, it's done very well. I'm not disowning him, but... "
Pat is standing on the table as we talk. It doesn't seem right. What if
he's listening? "Ehohohoho-ehahaha," Wood chuckles in his
Compo-Aznavour voice. "He knows all about it." What, he had a word with
Pat, before the sale, to make sure he was OK with it? "No, we don't go
that far. Nonononono. We don't have Harvey the Rabbit."
Wood started out as a painter. What kind of artist was he? "Lousy I
suppose, Ehohohoho-ehahahah!! I never sold anything."
He painted anything and everything, but to no avail. He worked in a
factory as a lift operator to subsidise his non-income. After nine
months, and by now in his mid-20s, he went to work as an animator for a
commercials company. "I thought, my God, I am back to art school. They
really were a bunch of idiots. Great guys. They were all crazy. Had a
marvellous time there."
--
Michael Rhodes