Anodyne
Monday, July 02, 2007
 

To Brad Bird's Ratatouille. "A critic should be a friend of the new." An almost flawless popular entertainment, complete with obligatory Pixar short, pulsing vibraphone-backed score and Peter O'Toole's Anton Ego, a monstrous food critic whose creaky old manual typewriter is shaped like a skull. Segments of the film (including a jolting descent through Paris' sewers, and an exterminator's window, illuminated by lightning and full of rat corpses and bottles of poison) made an end run around all my intellectually-based defenses and totally disarmed me. Think Bambi in the forest fire, or Snow White fleeing through that dark and grasping forest, or most of The Seventh Seal, and you won't be far off. Take someone you love, have loved, or still do, a favorite niece or nephew, the cute boy or girl who chatted you up last week at work, that shy face on the trail, or your favorite stuffed friend, and be happy.


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