Posted on 06/29/2007 7:46:33 AM PDT by L.N. Smithee
SPOILER ALERT!
Ratatouille, a Pixar Animation Studios film distributed by the Walt Disney Company, is about a rat that wants to be a French chef. It doesn’t sound impressive, and on its face doesn’t seem like something that would come out of Pixar, which has a twelve-year winning streak (Toy Story, A Bug’s Life, Toy Story 2, Monsters, Inc., Finding Nemo, The Incredibles, and Cars) made more remarkable by the nation’s declining interest in anything other than the biggest-budgeted Hollywood blockbusters – and, of course, their inevitable (and seemingly endless) sequels.
Personally, I had a touch of skepticism about Ratatouille dating all the way back to when the first trailer was shown before Pixar’s last feature, Cars. “How in the world can a Pixar-quality film be made about a cooking rat?” I thought to myself. And which came first, the punny title, or the story? It had the sound of a script treatment that was written on a napkin, and later greenlighted in a cable cartoon network’s boardroom after a wine malt liquor-tasting. How else would the world have been given Aqua Teen Hunger Force or My Gym Partner Is a Monkey?
I was already having enough trouble swallowing Cars as a Pixar-worthy effort. Animated automobiles with eyes and mouths? That’s an idea as old as the hills in the backgrounds of Steamboat Willie -- every TV watcher within one hundred miles of a Chevron station has seen enough cute talking animated cars to last the rest of their lives. On top of that, the story line of Cars was pedestrian (sorry) and clichéd. One wonders if everyone at Pixar who worked on Cars would dare swear they had never seen Doc Hollywood, a 1991 Michael J. Fox vehicle (sorry again) with an almost identical concept: Arrogant Eastern U.S.-dwelling whiz kid on the road to money and glory in California takes a wrong turn and suffers a smash-up in the sticks. He is stranded, and the sticks’ hicks refuse to let him out of town until he’s done something to help them. Eventually, he learns the true meanings of humility, friendship, and (of course) love. Been there, seen that. In the end, the success of Cars depended solely on the talent-rich Pixar team’s deep reservoir of visual creativity. Cars worked in spite of itself, but it was a close call.
Easing my fears Pixar’s status as standard-bearer of family entertainment was in danger was the news Brad Bird was entrusted with writing and directing Ratatouille after original creator Jan Pinkava – according to published reports – couldn’t really make the story he conceptualized “work.” Bird was the writer and director of The Incredibles, which won 2004’s Academy Award for Animated Feature.
Unlike Ratatouille, The Incredibles was a high-concept winner from the beginning: The Parrs, an everyday suburban nuclear family of five, have a secret; four of them have superpowers. The father and mother – each having been issued secret identities by the government many years prior – emerge from forced retirement and enlist their two oldest youngsters and another heroic family friend to help save the world. But before battling any bad guys, the superpapa has to win his personal battle of the bulge, his gut having stretched beyond the contraints of his old costume.
Sounds like a hoot. But Bird wasn’t content serving up empty laughs.
A genuinely thrilling action comedy that just happened to be lushly animated, The Incredibles made subtle statements about family life, mid-life crises, and personality changes in children as they grow (consider the powers each Parr family member had). Bird also took scalpel-precision aim at megamillion-dollar deep-pockets lawsuits, deep-pocketed corporations that deliberately create unnecessary red tape just to extract profits from loyal customers, and, most of all, a culture in which personal achievement that benefits society at large is discouraged to protect the oh-so-important feelings of people who can’t measure up. And Bird did all of this while being funny as all-get-out.
(If you didn’t view the The Incredibles DVD, here’s something you don’t know: Bird – a married father – originally conceived the opening scene of the film to highlight a backyard barbecue confrontation between Helen Parr (formerly superheroine Elastigirl) and a snooty professional neighbor woman who spoke with dripping disdain about Helen’s choice to be a stay-at-home mom.)
Similarly, with Bird’s Ratatouille, there is much more to it than one can display in a thirty-second ad. Here’s the short version: Young Remy, the rodent protagonist, has more refined tastes than those in his native colony, which is led by his father. He’s not content to eat discarded mystery slop, and rather than forage through rubbish for sustenance, he aspires to get the good stuff – fresh food from inside human dwellings. Although he experiences twinges of guilt for stealing, he manages to grab enough grub to develop a love for combining foods and spices to create new taste sensations.
After a series of events results in Remy’s separation from the colony during a rainstorm with only his favorite cookbook (Anyone Can Cook) to keep him company, he discovers that he has washed up in the sewers of Paris, the home of his favorite chef, the cookbook’s internationally acclaimed author. He heads for the restaurant the chef left behind after his death, and longingly looks through a kitchen window. He is horrified as he sees a newly-hired janitor (with his own epicurean aspirations) ruin a soup by adding the wrong ingredients. Remy sneaks into through the window and fixes the soup, but is captured by the janitor, who perceives that Remy is a better chef than he is. They develop a system that allows Remy to pull the strings for the janitor, who is promoted when patrons rave about his cooking under Remy’s tutelage. I don’t want to give away too much, but suffice to say that before the movie ends, there is romance, betrayal, jealousy, intrigue, madness, tension, revelation, and triumph, with hilarity throughout. (This is not to mention the Pixar family’s reinforcing their reputation for attention to detail in every frame, suitable for hanging.)
But what’s most remarkable about Ratatouille is the way that Brad Bird fuses entertainment and social statement in such a seamless way. Bird gets in short but sharp digs at mindless merchandising (which I believe could have been at least partially inspired by Pixar’s near-divorce from Disney) and, shockingly, the entire concept of the professional critic – a risky thing for a filmmaker to do since he is so dependent on their approval. Most impressive of all is the way Bird deals with the overall theme of what President Bush has referred to as “the soft bigotry of low expectations.” It is my opinion is that if you aren’t too young to comprehend the lessons in scenes in which Remy’s father, family and friends beg him to leave the restaurant, return to the colony, and just accept that they are all “just” rats, you will marvel that they are delivered like a parental tap on the shoulder, not an Aaron Sorkinesque punch in the nose.
The ending is surprising in some ways – it is unlikely you will expect the way it exactly happens – but it is a happy one. It is, of course, a Pixar picture, one suitable for the entire family. I don’t have a family, but if I did, I would take it, and have a discussion about it over dinner. Perhaps the kids could help make dinner. After all, “Anyone Can Cook.”
Well, I didn't like Cars, so perhaps I'm not the person to ask. Still, their output has been amazing.
One of the things I so admire about Pixar's team is their love of story. Put the project in the hands of good people, and get out of their way without ego - telling a good story is the first priority.
And sure enough, when John Lassetar took over Disney animation, the first thing he did was stop the endless stream of mediocre direct-to-video sequels. Good for him.
It's not addressed because it is not true. Rats actually make great pets, especially for children:
Looking for a small pet with lots of personality, energy, and easy maintenance? Soft, affectionate, clever, and small enough to ride on your shoulder? The rat is one of the best kept secrets in the pet care world. If you have never thought of rats in a positive way, it is time to free yourself from cultural indoctrination and reconsider.
Most of the DBM guys I saw complaining about Incredibles weren’t even reviewers, they were at best entertainment commentators and frequently just regular columnists. The same crowd of idiots that just recently complained about the lack of “abortion talk” in Knocked Up. Incredibles is a really good movie, especially if you’re a fan of Golden or Silver Age comics which is where most of its aesthetic comes from.
Thanks for the info, I’ll check it out.
No Capes!
It's strange that you bring that up, because it brings me back to my note about Janeane Garofalo.
For years, I held a grudge against Holly Hunter (the voice of Mrs. Incredible) for her portrayal of Norma McCorvey (bka "Jane Roe") in a controversial TV-movie called Roe v. Wade. In an Entertainment Tonight interview about a potential boycott, she said something like "Having a baby just isn't an option for some people."
Fast forward to a few years ago: I was in a thrift store and saw some VHS videotapes from someone's personal collection on sale for $1 each. "What the heck," I thought, "If I don't like what's been recorded on them, I can always tape over it." One of the programs recorded was an HBO TV-movie called Things You Can Tell Just By Looking At Her, an anthology of female-centered stories. One of the stories featured Hunter as a single woman living alone but having an affair with a married man (played by the late Gregory Hines). She becomes pregnant, and she expects him to leave his wife for her and raise their child. He balks, and she calmly and coolly sets about getting an abortion. After the deadly deed is done, she walks away from the clinic (being unable to drive, of course) bearing no expression on her face at all. Then, she suddenly dropped to her knees in the middle of the sidewalk and sobbed uncontrollably.
I don't know what Hunter's personal views on abortion are, but after having played the now-repentant McCorvey as a heroine, it took some major guts to play a woman whose post-abortion regrets were immediate and severe.
Thankfully, I had no reservations about watching a movie starring Hunter when it came to her turn in The Incredibles.
LOL!!! (His "outtakes" in Cars were the only thing I liked about that movie.)
I don’t know about Hunter’s politics (I assume she’s a lib), but I’ve always liked her, going back to “Broadcast News” and “Raising Arizona.”
I was thinking at the end of the Incredibles, where’s Ratzenberger? And they waited right to the very end to get him in there.
Generally I don’t worry about the external politics of people involved in a movie, especially if they’re just camera or voice talent because I know how little effect they actually have on the content of a movie. Like Holly Hunter is just a really good actress, love her work with the Coen brothers, Broadcast News is on my must watch every election cycle list (along with Power and Network, they remind me not to take it all so seriously) so I don’t really care what her opinions are. Garofalo has excellent comic timing and delivery, so long as she’s not writing her own material (or even when she is on the rare occasion she stays away from politics) I generally find her pleasant.
I’m just not one of those people who needs to see politics everywhere. Which is why I find things like the lib objections to Knocked Up and Incredibles so funny. Of course libs aren’t the only ones who do it, they just tend to be funnier about it.
As much as I liked Incredibles and Ratatouille, my favorite so far is Monsters, Inc., which sadly didn't get the recognition it deserved after the first Shrek movie was a sleeper smash.
It takes a lot to get me to tear up at a movie. It's a Wonderful Life gets me every time, but I was not ready for the emotional punch at the end of Monsters, Inc. At the very end, when Boo said, "Kitty!" that did it. Thank goodness I was watching alone.
Fantastic review! I was wondering whether it was worth it to take the kids to see at the grand old El Capitan in Hollywood. I see that it is. Great. We go to very few kids’ movies these days because of the subversive social messages. But we did love The Incredibles for the reasons you mention and it sounds like this one’s a winner too.
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As a mother of three, I end up seeing more kids' movies than adult fare. Thus, thank God for Pixar -- a company the same age as my eldest. The overwhelming majority of the rest is either overly crude or absolute dross. Blech.
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Slim: What's the point of going out there? They'll only laugh at me.
P.T. Flea: That's because you're a clown!
Slim: No, it's because I'm a prop. You always cast me as the pole, the broom, the stick... a *splinter*!
P.T. Flea: You're a walking stick. It's funny! Now go!
Slim: You parasite.
I saw Ratatouille a week ago in a preview with my 3 neices. I would rate it a good movie with the usual amazing detail Pixar does. It’s a fun movie and I would recommend it. I was unaware of Garofalo doing the voice of the female until after and I would still recommend it but it was nice to watch it not knowing it was her.
...But the film is virtually adult-proof -- even grown-ups who claim to hate animated movies will enjoy this one -- and should lead to Bird finally getting the credit he deserves. While the filmmaker's work on "The Incredibles" wasn't exactly ignored (he received a screenwriting Oscar nomination and won the best animated feature award), this should be the movie that makes him known as a great director, without the qualifier "of animated movies" tacked on to the end of the statement."Ratatouille" is a classic.
Were you able to place the inspiration for the review that the food critic writes? It sounds very familiar in some of the terms.
I am not sure what you mean. Are you referring to Anton Ego's review?
Yes, the one he writes after being served at Gusteau’s. I am sure I have heard some of those phrases elsewhere, but am unable to place it.
I’ve seen the 9 minute trailer on DirecTV, and, don’t forget the rat falls into the dishwater when he first enters the kitchen. See? All clean. :-)
I’m taking my kids to see this one.
Safe for the kids! Enjoy! Thanks for the review LN.
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