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FESTIVALS:
2009 London, Sao Paulo, Stockholm, Onslo, Dubai
2010 Rotterdam, Amsterdam
2013 San Sebastian
2016 Morbido
2018 Beijing


Fantastic Mr Fox is a proudly analog animated entertainment, making its handmade way into a marketplace glutted with digital goodies. Next to the three-dimensional, computer-generated creatures that swoop and soar off the screen these days, the furry talking animals on display here, with their matted pelts, jerky movements and porcelain eyes, might look a little quaint, like old-fashioned wind-up toys uneasily sharing the shelf with the latest video game platforms. At times this adaptation of Roald Dahl’s slender anti-fable - truer to the spirit than to the letter of the source - does not even look like a movie. In spite of the pedigreed voices (Meryl Streep and Bill Murray, along with George Clooney in the title role), it feels more like an extended episode of what progressive educators call imaginative play. The sets might just as well have been built out of available household stuff, the stiff figurines animated and ventriloquized on a classroom or bedroom floor by precocious children.
- A.O. Scott, N.Y. Times, 12 November 2009.



Given his preference for static, symmetrical, scrupulously color-coordinated and art-directed compositions, it’s less surprising that Wes Anderson has gotten around to directing an animated feature than that it took him this long to do it. Likewise, if Anderson — a nostalgia merchant whose ostensibly contemporary films always seem to be unfolding in some irrecoverable past — was going to do a cartoon, then surely he was bound to favor the handcrafted rigors of stop-motion over the lifeless perfection of so much CGI.

Film studies majors, cultural anthropologists, and Sunday arts section editors will surely have their hands full comparing and contrasting Anderson’s fast-paced, visually majestic Fantastic Mr. Fox, which is based on the 1970 book by Roald Dahl, to the season’s other high-art kiddie-lit adaptation, Spike Jonze’s Where the Wild Things Are. Question to look out for: Is this sudden renaissance of auteur-driven children’s films (Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland looming on the horizon) a by-product of Generation-Y’s willful refusal to grow up?

Never mind that so much beloved children’s literature is itself the product of fully grown men and women using the prism of childhood or fantasy to exorcise their own personal demons. When Dahl sat down to write Fantastic Mr. Fox, he had already lost one of his five children to measles and witnessed another suffer from water on the brain as the result of a car accident. Understandably, the book that resulted was a portrait of a father as family protector — the literal hunter-gatherer who must find new ways of putting food on the table after the three odious farmers, whose bounty Mr. Fox has regularly raided, get wise to his game. True to Dahl’s temperament, the book was incredibly dark by turns, yet relatively straightforward: Mr. Fox was a fox, his human predators human, and never the twain should meet.

Anderson — working with his Life Aquatic writing partner, Noah Baumbach — has blurred those lines and added an existential layer to his protagonist’s conundrum. Onscreen, Mr. Fox (voiced by George Clooney) is now a corduroy-clad gentleman bandit who walks upright and steals not out of necessity but because he’s good at it. Fast-forward to several “fox years” later, and Mr. Fox has, at the behest of Mrs. Fox (Meryl Streep), traded his life of crime for a career as a newspaper columnist and the comforts of the life domestic. But in his heart, he remains footloose and fancy-free, looking to make one last score. “Who am I? Why a fox?” he asks, literally stating the film’s unanswerable question. “And can a fox ever be happy without a chicken in its teeth?” Where Dahl’s book was essentially a survival story, Anderson’s film has become a non-conformist fable about that wildness of spirit (our animal instincts, if you will) we are encouraged to tame as we get older and “settle down.”

Like Jonze, Anderson and Baumbach have done much else to expand and personalize the source material without violating its spirit, turning Dahl’s effectively stable nuclear family into a more eccentric and passive-aggressive one, with Mr. Fox a reckless, self-absorbed paterfamilias in the Royal Tenenbaum/Steve Zissou mold, his four offspring condensed into a single moody, misfit teenager (named Ash and voiced by Jason Schwartzman) with significant daddy issues. Like the similar adolescent males whom Baumbach evoked with such empathy in The Squid and the Whale and Margot at the Wedding — their bodies changing at a frightening pace, the world’s cruel realities assaulting them at fastball speed — the uncoordinated, diminutive Ash finds himself in the grips of his own existential dilemma, exacerbated by the arrival of his golden-boy cousin, Kristofferson. If the characters and crises sound a touch familiar, however, Anderson works through them with a sensitivity that was largely absent from both Darjeeling and The Life Aquatic, where style frequently overwhelmed substance and the characters appeared far less dimensional than Mr. Fox‘s plasticine avatars.

For the reportedly painstaking labor it took to create, the film is a marvel to behold — with wonderful shifts in perspective, an intensely tactile design, and an intentional herky-jerkiness of motion that only enriches the make-believe atmosphere. Clooney (speaking as if everything were a self-conscious aside) and Streep (resplendent as a former wildcat turned Earth mother) do some of the best work of their illustrious careers. Among the movie’s many virtues, they render an unusually convincing portrait of a marriage, a reminder that the most unexpected thing about Anderson’s film may be — underneath all the carefully affixed, wind-sensitive whiskers and fur — how deeply human it is.
- Scott Foundas, the Village Voice, 10 November 2009.

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