Drawing from a near perfect body of work, Ratatouille is my favourite Pixar film.
Patton Oswalt, a self confessed lover of fine food, brings such credibility to Remy that I can't imagine his words passing another actors lips. With his every lament in the kitchen you can almost smell every ingredient and it never fails to make me salivate.
The great Peter O'Toole is masterful in his contempt and condescension as food critic Anton Ego, which makes the pay off all the more moving.
Director Brad Bird's (The Iron Giant, The Incredibles) vision of Paris is gorgeous and Michael Giacchino's Oscar nominated score brings it to life.
More physical with its comedy than other Pixar films, it is a testament to the skill of the animators as it is all key framed, not motion captured.
More than just an ode to kitchen artisans, Ratatouille is about seeing through convention and letting nothing stand in the way of your dreams.
Now excuse me, I must away to the kitchen, I feel a dish coming on.
The real question is why the hell did the guy charge money for snacks at the white house?
My Review of ‘The Lighthouse’ in 3 Sentences:
I feel like I just watched a two-hour bar fight.
Even great cinematography can’t save a movie.
The farting was absolutely unnecessary.
