I was five at the time of the release of Shrek and naturally it became my favourite film. Two days later I had memorized the script and till today my memory maintains an excellent account of the conversation. A few nights ago a four year old kid asked me what an ogre was, without thinking I replied “Ogres are like onions.”
It’s been years since I’ve watched or even thought about Shrek and this query brought him to the front of my mind.
Shrek: Ogres are like onions.
Donkey: They stink?
Shrek: Yes. No
Donkey: Oh, they make you cry
Shrek: No
Donkey: Oh you leave ’em out in the sun. They get all brown and start sprouting little white hairs
Shrek: NO. Layers. Onions have layers. Ogres have layers. You get it we both have layers
Donkey: Oh… You both have layers. You know not everybody like onions
Taken from a scene in Dream works ‘Shrek’ (2001)
Shrek (like every animation had gifted us a metaphor. Forgive me for I am about to refer to us all as ‘ogres’ (fear not for there is magic in my madness)
See as ogres we all have layers. Not just the thickness of our epidermis but the beauty and brilliance of our behavior, the intricacy of our intellect and the eternity of our existence through the legacies we leave. Have you considered the complexity of yourself?
Go on… Think about it…
Magnificent, aren’t we?
Now let’s talk a bit about our stink. As ogres we have layers just as onions have layers. Now the sickening stench that sometimes surrounds onions are a reference to our unpleasant and undesirable characteristics and actions. We cannot deny them for they scent sticks to us like a second skin. Sometimes the thought of these decisions and they’re damned repercussions are enough to reduce us to tears (similar to the salty sensation of chopping onions) So what to we do? Well, we cover up the bad with layers of goodness. This has the effect of eventually purifying the filthy factors.
As we accumulate layers we develop a defined disposition. We adopt labels and reputations and while those play a pivotal part in society, they are the thin membrane on the surface of infinite layers.
Fiona, Lord Farquad and pretty much anyone who meets Shrek forms a prejudice conception upon first glance. Little do they realize that they have only glimpsed a fraction of what lies beneath. Hardly anyone likes Shrek but then again, not everyone likes onions. That doesn’t prevent their presence in our varied vegetable gardens.
We’re ogres. We have layers. We are detailed and descriptive beings and each one of us possesses a carefully chosen combination of colours. Don’t judge an onion too harshly for we are all ogres and like onions we all have layers.
_Quixotic Novelist