Just back from seeing the newish Pixar/Disney animated film Ratatouille. Quite a fun ride. The animation is fabulous – Pixar just do it better and better. The attention to detail in recreating Parisian street- and cityscapes is stunning.
You are meant to find the rats pleasant, even adorable perhaps, and the dissonance of rats doing positive things in a kitchen is played with well. There are visual moments when the rats are hilariously electrifying, not to mention redefining the grating of cheese. The humans, on the other hand, are a distinctly less agreeable bunch.
Unlike many recent animated films, the story here isn't quite as awash in Big Moral as you might fear and the constant theme of 'do what you want to do' works well most of the time.
Perhaps the most surprising thing for me was that, although the rats talk to each other and can understand the humans, the humans can't understand the rats. A nice anti-Dr-Dolittle touch. This permits a range of comic elements to be introduced to good effect.
Greatly worth seeing, but by no means perfect. I found the Hollywood touches a little tiring towards the end (but it's so standard in animated movies and the kids lap it up), and came away not feeling like it had really been in Paris (despite the compliments above about appearances). It needed a dose of real Frenchness to get it over the line. Nonetheless, as a food fanatic, a scene close to the end involving the über-scary food critic Anton Ego captured the essence of why we obsess, write and think about food, and of course cook and eat it! I won't spoil things, but I hope those who've seen it recognise what I'm referring to.
Did anyone else find the rats' noses a little spooky?
How many of you wanted to cook ratatouille after seeing the movie?