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I rather enjoyed it. Yes, it's slight, but I didn't feel it dragged too much. In some ways, it needs to be seen at the cinema not because it's a "cinema film" per se, but simply because some of the detail in the backgrounds disappears on even a 21" TV.
Yes, it digs at American stereotypes. It also has a French Mafia operating out of an embassay for red wine in Belleville. Enough said.
Cartooning can be about caricature to a variety of extents; Herge used it as a technique, so does Miyazaki. You mentioned fat people, Flyboy; why not extend it to laughing at the disabled, because of Grandma's gammie leg?
It's small, it's entertianing, it's lovely. It has stretch 2CV roadsters, for god's sake. Wit and invention? Yes, there is some. It's a lovely film musically; the sly nods to Django and Glenn Gould, the use of the Bach as a theme, and the wonderfully percussive nature of the music the Triplets produce in their old age. I also had a soft spot for the overweight dog, perpetually terrified of trains.
When I first saw it at the cinema, I loved it - partially because I wanted something light and uplifting, partly because I hadn't seen anything decent for a long while at the movies. Now, I'm a bit more mellow, but I think it's still a charming little film, and that Flyboy and Flux, the Statler and Waldorf of cultural opinion on Barbelith, are being a little harsh. |
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