The horror! The horror!
What? What horror?
That we're finally getting… MoreThe horror! The horror!
What? What horror?
That we're finally getting our just desserts. The underlying point of this branch of the monster family has been that we were the real monsters, with our big cities and armies and bombs, with our egos, we think we run this shit. Well, Ma Nature always has something bigger, something worser, something that'd eat all of our "we run this shit" stuff like a light appetizer. That was what the horror was: that we were gonna get it. And that avenging angel against our own insanity was humbly acted out by a big, unstable, ugly (yet charismatic), lizard from beneath the waves with blazing breath.
There goes Toyko.
Not so this time.
This time our comeuppance by Ma Nature has been changed into some knight errant on a mission to save us (from a threat stolen lock, stock, and barrel from the Alien franchise!) lacking only a suit of glistening armor ... and his balls.
I am ever suffused, watching a Wes Anderson film, with a feeling akin… MoreI am ever suffused, watching a Wes Anderson film, with a feeling akin to watching Charlie Chaplin's tramp character working at eating a shoe: something horrible is being remarked on, yes, but in an inventive, comedic way wherein none of the sadness is lost. In this effort a cast worthy of a year's worth of late night talk shows obliquely note Europe's descent into WWII, the gulf between the haves (us) and the have nots(them), as well as the empty loneliness of both sides, and the redemption gained throughout all sorrow by something so bland and ordinary as friendship (however covert).
In short, a wonderfully uplifting work.
Disney correctly gauged the times when it decided to feature one of… MoreDisney correctly gauged the times when it decided to feature one of it's premier villains as a protagonist worthy of Vader-like admiration. Unfortunately they learned little from Lucas' mistakes when he decided to go back and "explain" his greatest creation. I'm gonna go with blaming an inexperienced director on this one because all the right elements are here, only maybe not put together for maximum impact.
In the meantime, Jolie's still got it, that thing, that "watch me" vibe, only it's wasted, and so everything else too. You watch the film ... but meh. And its over.
Like practically the entire world I got history with Disney and so… MoreLike practically the entire world I got history with Disney and so went into this with huge expectations. Big mistake. Halfway through I began wishing Travers' kin had made it instead of Disney's, if only to get a less biased viewpoint. As it is we're left with a work wherein Emma Thompson, one of the modern day greats, plays one note (bitch) for an hour and a half, and another ("I'm sorry, you were right, Unca Walt.") for the last half hour. And she's the lucky one. Tom Hanks only gets one note to play ("I'm a good guy trying to put up with you, you bitch.") It's uninspired to say the least and the reason the work disappeared as quickly as it did. Colin Farrell, Rachel Griffiths (who I love), et al? Woefully unused. This is ONLY for the unabashed Disney fan, or as an glaring example of how money ultimately writes history.