Monday, March 7, 2011
I suspect Rango is the type of film that will divide filmgoers into camps of love and hate. This isn't a movie for the crowd who finds Shrek's humor cutting edge. It's weird, wonderful and all too willing to go the extra mile, to step out on that limb, to raise its freak flag in the midst of a swarm of gatling gun equipped bats. There's an artistry to the film that sometimes relishes those barren landscapes and sunsets with the enthusiasm of a cinematographer on a John Ford or Coen Brothers film. There are a whole lotta moments more There Will Be Blood than Toy Story 3. For some, this will be boring. For children, the 75% of the humor will sail straight over their heads. The film's dialogue throws around five syllable SAT words and a good portion of its characters could probably keep up with Jesse Eisenberg wielding an Aaron Sorkin script. Point being: this ain't really a kids movie. Adult cinephiles, however, particularly those wary of the saccharine and tolerant of the bizarre, are likely to find something to truly love. I have no complaints. To me, this was a truly original piece of animation more deserving of gushing praise than certain Pixar sequels. It might not play to your base emotional impulses, but it captures something sublimely imaginative.