Snow White’s frailty isn’t her weakness or her fault. Disney saw the child in her, and loved it well enough to accentuate and nurture it. Today, we present children with[…]
What about Zhao’s Songs My Brothers Taught Me avoids the drive-by romanticism of a foreign community that bedevils Anderson’s Isle of Dogs? What makes this a richer portrayal of cultural[…]
Not since Gene Wilder made nice with his monster in Young Frankenstein or the cannibal mutant got the girl (Tucker and Dale vs. Evil) have our deformed horror staples been so effectively pulled from their scar tissue and replaced with loving stitches. We needed these films, like a salve to our nation’s red vs. blue infection.
Hand-drawn animation, once the mainstay of Disney and other studios that created “cartoons” for popular consumption, is becoming something of a lost art. Audiences seem to prefer Pixar-style CGI. Disney[…]
“When you come at the king, you best not miss.”
The Avatar hype continues. There was a front-page piece in the L.A. Times today, whining – for lack of a better word – about how “unlike the great majority of[…]
“Anderson, like Dahl, seems to have told a story to appeal to a child’s inner adult.”
“It’s just a little less Disney”