Ratatouille: Rat Can Cook
Anyone can cook, but only the fearless can be great. So goes the personal mantra of the late celebrity chef Auguste Gusteau, whose disembodied spirit materializes Jiminy Cricketstyle to guide the rodent hero of Brad Birds Ratatouille toward his goal of gastronomic excellence. He also seems to be guiding Bird, who makes cartoons a cinematic form usually afforded about as much serious artistic credibility as the slasher movie but who should be considered one of the most inspired and imaginative storytellers at work in American movies. Not unlike David Chase, who managed to craft an existential epic about work, death and the American family while toiling in that other subcinematic medium, Bird has taken the raw ingredients of an anthropomorphic-animal kiddie matinee and whipped them into a heady brew about nothing less than the principles of artistic creation.
None of that should come as much surprise to anyone who saw Birds two previous features: The Incredibles, with its art deco fever dream of a superhero family hiding out in suburbia, and The Iron Giant, whose titular extraterrestrial robot turned out to be considerably more humane than the flesh-and-blood government agents hot on his trail. Like that movie, Ratatouille gives us a non-human being who refuses to accept the roles prescribed to him by man and ratkind.
When we first meet young Remy (well voiced by comedian Patton Oswalt), his rarefied palate and exceptional olfactory abilities have reduced him to serving as poison sniffer for the garbage foraged by his father (Brian Dennehy), his brother and the other members of their colony. But Remy, who refuses to walk on his front paws for fear of dirtying them, prefers to raid the good stuff in the kitchen of the elderly Parisian widow whose attic provides the colony with its latest home. Letting his nose guide him, he combines fresh fruits and cheeses and spices in an array of exotic combinations. And when Remy bites into some new flavor, he experiences a kind of synesthesia, seeing the taste represented as a series of shapes and colors. Then, opportunity strikes in the form of forced eviction Raid! separating Remy from his family and landing him on the doorstep of Gusteaus, the eponymous restaurant of Remys favorite chef, now reduced to a glorified tourist attraction following the death of its owner and the removal of one of its five stars by the influential food critic Anton Ego (Peter OToole). More on him in a minute.
As luck would have it, Remys arrival coincides with that of Linguini (Lou Romano), the bumbling, string beanthin son of Gusteaus former girlfriend, who comes looking for work and is promptly assigned to garbage duty by the kitchen staffs resident dictator, the Napoleonically complicated Skinner (Ian Holm). Linguini too has dreams of cooking up a storm, though his efforts in that direction prove unfit even for rodent consumption. But with a little help from a certain four-legged intruder who, in a wonderful slapstick conceit, can control the movement of Linguinis limbs by yanking at the curls atop the humans head voilà! From trash heap to magnifique!
As has been widely reported, the Pixar-produced Ratatouille was begun by another director (Jan Pinkava, who receives a somewhat nebulous co-director credit in the films end titles) and then taken over by Bird well into the development process. That may explain the vestigial presence of certain subplots (including a rather soap-operaish bit about Linguinis paternity) and characters (the gamine cook Colette, voiced by Janeane Garofalo, whose tentative romance with Linguini never quite catches fire) that dont seem to fully engage Birds interest. Yet the film is unmistakably Birds, not least in its focus on the disparity between art and commerce, and between those lives confined to ordinariness and those meant for Olympian heights. Like the Incredible family themselves, Remy is profoundly conflicted over possessing exceptional abilities in a world that seems to crave mediocrity. (Not for nothing does the movie have Skinner plotting to plaster Gusteaus mug all over a brand of TV dinners.) But the most provocative gesture of Ratatouille is surely its vivid exultation in the pleasures of haute cuisine. Its a slow-food movie for a fast-food nation, being distributed by a company known for its McDonalds marketing tie-ins.
Ego turns out to be the villain of the piece in more ways than one figuratively, in the ill-timed hubris that convinces Linguini to believe the puppet can function without its master, and literally, in the form of its fearsome namesake, who lives in a coffin-shaped house and looks like Count Draculas malnourished brother. (It turns out that he refuses to swallow any food that isnt up to his standards.) But lest you think that Bird is taking revenge on some reviewer who did him wrong, I should add that Ratatouille culminates in of all things an explication of the function of criticism that is as eloquently stated as the films celebration of the artist. And just when you think Bird has exhausted his recipe book, he pulls off a slapstick climax that combines the sustained restaurant mayhem from Jacques Tatis Playtime with an episode of involuntary memory borrowed from Proust.
But fret not, parents: Bird hasnt made one of those hipster family films that sail over the heads of their intended audience and head straight for the pop-culture savvy of their parents. Ratatouille is as much a feast for the senses as it is food for thought, from the dazzling photo-realism of its creatures great and small to the impressionistic views of the City of Lights (here rendered as an even more gilded, glittering dream city than in Michael Moores Sicko). And, oh, the dinners delectable soups and sweetbreads and the titular Provençal stew, rendered with the consultation of such real-life foodie deities as Thomas Keller and Jean-Claude Vrinat which could prompt the kiddies to request a trip to the French Laundry instead of a Happy Meal. Indeed, in todays DIY moviemaking culture, anyone can direct, but only Brad Bird could have made Ratatouille.
RATATOUILLE | Written and directed by BRAD BIRD, from an original story by JAN PINKAVA, JIM CAPOBIANCO and BIRD | Produced by BRAD LEWIS | Released by Walt Disney Pictures | Citywide
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