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I almost fell asleep. This movie did not entertain a 10 and 3 year old.I suggest you skip it and see something else. A blank wall would be a better show. I cannot believe that Hollywood would even make such a disaster. The kids said it "SUCKED"...
Well I don't know. Not an advance in animation and the plot wandered somehow. Plus I don't expect animated animals to sound and act exactly like people. Got to have 45 words so I must say as much as I like Streep and Clooney they aren't necessarily well cast in this.
ORSON WELLES had a famous comment about how the studio at RKO was “the biggest electric-train set a boy ever had.” Looking back at Wes Anderson’s career, it seems as if this cult director took the metaphor literally. The Darjeeling Limited was clearly an electric-train-set movie. And then there’s the toylike submarine in the Henry (Coraline) Selick–crafted sequence in The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, which earned Anderson the derisive nickname “Capt. Neato.”
A real artist learns to turn his limitations into strengths. In switching gears entirely from live action to stop-action animation for Fantastic Mr. Fox, Anderson has created his most consistently enjoyable film. Yet he hasn’t stinted his appeal to the inner-child-nurturing hipster, the disillusioned adult who feels that life since childhood has been nothing but one trail of broken promises. Fantastic Mr. Fox succeeds in ways that the rival funny-animals-for-aging-kids film Where the Wild Things Are failed. Anderson has softened his typical aura of disappointment with a sense of rejuvenating play.
What has sunk Anderson before—the lack of a common touch, the crucifying self-consciousness, the focus on art direction over the content—is conquered here by the desire to tell a popular story. This time, he’s come up with something that’s not just a vibe movie with a wonderful soundtrack, finally petering out like a piece of too-chic modern fiction.
Based on a short Roald Dahl children’s book, Fantastic Mr. Fox is a fairy tale, but it’s a realistic, slightly bleak one. Fox (voiced by George Clooney) settled down after fathering his first cub, Ash, and is now living a straight life with his wife (Meryl Streep). Mrs. Fox appreciates calm, but there’s something chaotic inside her: she paints large canvases of storms wracking small rural towns. The two of them narrowly escaped a farmer’s trap once, and since then they’ve been living in an underground den.
A midlife crisis rouses the beast: “How can a fox be happy without a chicken in his teeth?” Mr. Fox asks. He decides to turn hunter once again. Retaliation comes fast and hard: the Fox is robbed of his tail by a shotgun blast. In the war that follows, Fox and his family—and, soon, all the creatures in the woods—become refugees. It’s then that Mr. Fox figures a way toward survival—and triumph of a sort.
Anderson supervises a team of British animators who downplay reactions and eschew deadpan. For a cartoon, Fantastic Mr. Fox is fairly literal. The farmers aren’t comedy bumpkins; their ringleader, Bean (Michael Gambon), shows us the hard, raw face of an IRA hit man. The other animals of the forest are clearly herbivores: they look slightly stuffed.
Fox is a natural leader, a dashing predator in a dapper suit, walking on his toes. But at home, he wears the short sleeves and tie of the middle manager just barely holding onto his job. (Pocket protectors used to be part of that look.) Fox’s fantasticness is itself a kind of delusion; he’s a legend in his mind, emitting that 1960s swinger’s wolf (or fox) whistle and “tchk-tchk.” There’s an air of middle-aged panic in this critter. And there’s strife, too. When Fox confesses his nocturnal activities to his wife, Mrs. Fox claws him good. He wears the scar on his cheek until the end of the movie.
So Fox is a typical Wes Anderson elder, longing to make a run for it. As both wild animal and uneasy father, he is unable to intervene in the rivalry between awkward undersized Ash (Jason Schwartzman) and his cub’s too-perfect cousin Kristofferson (Eric Chase Anderson). Ash is a reject who plays with a literal model-train set; it would have been typical Anderson to make Ash the center of the film.
Yet Fantastic Mr. Fox benefits from a really proactive hero for once. Clooney is a fox in full: we see both the humorous suavity and the realization of possible failure. Clooney is our Cary Grant, but what people forget about the original Grant is something that this superbly compelling Clooney remembers: the buried fears that a suave man harbors of being out of control.
Take Grant’s Roger O. Thornhill in North by Northwest—flashing his monogram to a lady, he says, “ROT is my trademark.” It’s noble rot, but it’s definitely rot. Anderson has gone a long way using Bill Murray, as noble rotter, as a kind of coasting, decadent Midwestern aristocracy. (Murray voices a chummy badger lawyer here.) But there’s more simmering energy in Clooney, who knows how to talk up heroism and how to downplay it at the same time.
Does it all work? Fantastic Mr. Fox lacks some of the pleasures of an animated cartoon: the exaggeration and the shock of comic violence. The previews for the film make it look like a movie that’s trying for huge laughs—and that isn’t Anderson’s intention. The final chase on motorcycle, where the film gets closest to a new version of The Wind in the Willows, doesn’t have much thrill or momentum.
Fantastic Mr. Fox is funniest and most intelligent when it goes for the smaller-scale effect. It delights us, from the beginning to the last moments, where the fox makes a virtue out of his nigh-fatal capacity to outsmart himself. And that’s a foxy trait Wes Anderson has at last transcended.
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