Ratatouille
At the 10 AM showing of Ratatouille at the Orpheum yesterday, there were lots of kids, and they seemed to have a grand time, but I frequently made up a laughing party of one. As someone familiar with French cooking and nearly capable of speaking French myself, I was impressed by the film's gentle and understated Francophilia. As befits an action comedy, Ratatouille is unencumbered by explanatory sermons, but instead of wallowing in cliché it simply presents the French ambiance in an attractive, almost enviable light.
Ratatouille was preceded by a droll Pixar short, Lifted. Call it an amuse-gueule. Oh, and the movie was screened without a hitch for a change.
¶ Ratatouille.
