Last night we saw the most wonderful, wonderful film.
I confess, lately 3D computer animation has been leaving me a bit cold. There is something that is a bit too perfect about a lot of it (spoiled arn’t I). Natural hair movement, perfect lighting, seamless colours. I have been enjoying watching re-runs of cartoons from the 60’s and 70’s and loving how obvious it is that Fred Flinstone’s head is a slightly different colour to his arms, and how his head is obviously a different animated sequence to his body because it doesn’t fit quite right.
I digress…. back to Mr Fox. I love the way the hairs are a bit bristly and that the legs bend in a soft way. In the same way art that is perfectly imperfect with a balance between beautiful technique and the obvious hand of the artist appeals to my sensibility, this film walks a tightrope between beautifully handcrafted and obvious animation and pure vision. It is a moving diorama, a marvellous story (though not true to the book), and thoroughly, thoroughly engaging.
And the knitted jumpers were beautiful.
A must see. I think I must see it again….