Watched Chitty Chitty Bang Bang over the last few days with Maddy. First time I'd seen it since I was seven. Was as disappointed by the end, when the adventure with the childcatcher and the Baron turns out to have been a story/dream sequence as I was thirty-something years ago, although this time I was a lot more puzzled by it. It's not like the story exists on two levels of reality, like The Wizard of Oz. It's not like we care about the framing story (Potts's sweets and financial problems/ the romance with Truly). And it's not like pointing out that the childcatcher is only in a story makes him less likely to cause nightmares in impressionable kids. All it does is leave the viewer with a feeling of "Well, what was the point of that, then?"... It's something that fascinates me because I know that when Dave McKean and I do the second draft of Mirror-Mask we'll wind up addressing it. (Why do some dreams in children's movies work -- Wizard of Oz, 5000 Fingers of Dr T -- and others leave you feeling cheated?)