The Bird That Made Me Cry
Like in Iron Giant, I so wanted to bawl my eyes out. In Ratatouille, there were moments when I laughed and cried at the same time. Any show that manages to draw out raw but conflicting emotions at once gets filed under "genius."
Bird earned an Oscar nomination for his Incredibles screenplay. He deserves another one, and so much more, for Pixar's latest. Ratatouille deserves a Best Picture nom (following Beauty and the Beast in 1992), and Peter O'Toole recognition for a textured Supporting Actor performance. His Anton Ego was sharp and tender at the same time; his rendering of the ending monologue is one for the books.
The reviews trumpet Ratatouille as being a film that reverses the often-stated "cartoon for kids that adults will love, too." This film has a complexity that many young'uns may find difficult to follow, but is no less a feast for their eyes. For adults, the sense of wonder is recaptured and nostalgia is unearthed, where viewers are encouraged to listen at the narrative nuances to complete and heighten the experience.
Now I'm thinking, when was the last time a comic book made me feel that way? And when will a comic book be finally called "for adults, that kids will love, too?"