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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Citizen Kane rightly has a reputation as a landmark of filmic innovation. But what Orson Welles did was not so much invent new techniques as push existing technologies to their full potential. Gregg Toland, the cinematographer whose work was so integral to Kane’s aesthetic that Welles insisted their credits appear together on-screen, had been working in Hollywood for a decade; writer Herman Mankiewicz had been punching up scripts since the silent era. Welles’ genius was synthesis. He saw new ways to put the pieces together.

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse is not Citizen Kane, but producers Phil Lord and Christopher Miller have seen a new way to put the pieces together.

They have a lot of pieces to play with. There are officially three directors: Portuguese animator Joaquim Dos Santos, who cut his teeth on Avatar: The Last Airbender; Justin K. Thompson, a veteran production designer; and Kemp Powers, the playwright behind One Night in Miami and co-director of Pixar’s Soul. The animation team is by far the largest ever assembled. 2018’s Into the Spider-Verse’s credits boasted a then-unprecedented 140 animators — for the sequel, it’s more than 1,000. Pity the poor payroll people! The battalion of artists takes the audience on a 140-minute tour of everything that is possible with digital animation in 2023. The film is a nonstop flurry of visual styles, all mashed up together. The miracle at the heart of Across the Spider-Verse is that it all meshes, and somehow makes sense.

The first line spoken in Across the Spider-Verse comes from Gwen Stacy (Hailee Steinfeld). “Let’s do things differently this time,” she says, before the film blasts through your defenses with a thundering drum solo and a visually dazzling sequence that imparts more plot information than most M. Night Shyamalan movies. I briefly thought, “They can’t possibly keep up this pace,” but they hadn’t even floored the gas pedal yet.

Ostensibly, Miles Morales (Shameik Moore) is the lead spider, but this is Gwen Stacy’s movie as much as it is anybody’s. She comes from Earth-65, a reality where she was bitten by the radioactive spider, and her love interest Peter Parker (Jack Quaid) died in her arms. Her father George (Shea Whigham) is a police captain who thinks Spider-Woman killed Peter Parker (which is kind of true, but he had turned into a giant lizard at the time. It’s complicated). Alienated from her family, Gwen is recruited by the Spider-Society. Different versions of the same dimensionally disastrous accident at the Alchemax particle collider from Into the Spider-Verse played out in different ways over the countless realities of the multiverse. Many of the Spider-Man variants, now alerted to the possibility of multiverse travel, have banded together to address existential threats to reality. The most pressing of which is The Spot (Jason Schwartzman), a former Alchemax tech who accidentally gained quantum powers in the explosion.

The Spot’s motivation is similar to Jobu Tupaki’s in Everything Everywhere All At Once: They want to collapse the diverse existences of the multiverse into a singularity contained within themselves. It’s kind of an ultimate, all-encompassing narcissism that stands in contrast to Marvel’s wisecracking, everyman hero. There’s enough Spidey for everyone to identify with, from Pavitr Prabhakar (Karan Soni), aka Spider-Man India, to Jessica Drew (Issa Rae), a Black, no-nonsense, motorcycle-riding Spider-Woman.

Each Spider-person is drawn in their own style, which they maintain even as they travel from world to world. Spider-Punk (Daniel Kaluuya) is especially striking, with his cut-and-paste aesthetic. The collage effect isn’t just for show; it helps build emotion. During Gwen’s emotional confrontation with her father, her watercolor world weeps with her.

Across the Spider-Verse will be viewed as a landmark in animation, and rightfully so. In the future, it may also be seen as a standard bearer for a new artistic movement. Like Rick and Morty and Everything Everywhere All At Once, it is a multiverse story, featuring different versions of the same characters interacting over a sprawling variety of settings. But there’s something deeper going on, too; a maximalist reaction to decades of minimalism and primitivism. As seen in Moonage Daydream, Brett Morgen’s experimental biography of David Bowie, it embraces post-modernist remix, while pointedly rejecting PoMo’s nihilist tendencies in favor of an effusive humanism. I’m not sure this nascent movement has a name yet, but it’s awesome, and I want more of it. While I’m waiting, I’ll go watch Across the Spider-Verse again.

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Kraftwerk Reprograms the Future at Crosstown Theater

“I program my home computer, beam myself into the future.” So sang the group Kraftwerk in 1981, then already over a decade into their mission of putting the world on notice: the human race is morphing into a cybernetic hybrid of the organic and the synthetic. And at the Crosstown Theater last Saturday, the prescience of their vision over the past half century was brought home over and over again.

It seems implausible that a group so identified with “robotic pop,” so important to the history of hip hop and electronica, and so expressive of our collective technological fetishes, was conceived by two music students at Düsseldorf’s Robert Schumann Hochschule, a proper conservatory. Florian Schneider was a flutist and Ralf Hütter played organ, but they were early adopters of that now omnipresent musical machine, the synthesizer.

The rest is history, of course. Now the group, still led by Hütter (Schneider left the band in 2008 and died in 2020), rides the wave of their cybernetic vision well into the twenty-first century, having been honored with both a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award and a place in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. And by all accounts after last week’s show, the accolades are well deserved.

The awestruck faces and comments after the performance stood in contrast with the spare stage that audience members saw upon arrival. Four stark podiums stood in a line, center stage, backed by a giant screen. Then the lights lowered and the band strolled onstage in Tron-like jumpsuits imprinted with grid lines.

That was when most of us donned our 3-D glasses. As the band began “Numbers,” columns and rows of digits tracked across the screen. The 3-D effects were subtle at first; later, the numeric grid began to undulate, and we were plunged into another dimension.

And yet the effects always complemented the stunning music. True, I did physically duck the first time the pointy antenna of a spacecraft leapt off the screen and seemed to pierce my brain, and there were other such moments, but for the most part the 3-D animations were resolutely minimalist, and all the more effective for it.

Though there were a plethora of dancing numbers, notes, shapes, and even cars on the Autobahn, not all of the projections were animated, as archival footage of models, cyclists, and other subjects from the songs danced around the players. Memphis even made a cameo, as orbital images of earth zoomed into the Mid-South, then the city’s skyline, and finally on the street in front of the Crosstown Concourse itself. Meanwhile, the onscreen action contrasted sharply with the musicians, who manned their podiums stoically. That made their every foot tap, hip shake, and trace of a smile all the more telling: they were getting into it, but subtly.

And they were really playing. While some of their movements obviously included triggering certain sound patterns, they did have keyboards. Moreover, Hütter explained to Rolling Stone why the familiar old songs sounded so fresh: “Our music is changing in time, so we always play different versions; sometimes we change the tempos and sound,” he said. “Sometimes there’s different traffic on the autobahn. It’s all real. That’s what makes it interesting. Our compositions are like minimalistic film scripts or theater scripts. We can work with this; it’s never going to be the same. It changes over the years.”

This sheds light on why even the retro-futurism of Kraftwerk’s sound and visuals felt decidedly au courant. Even as images of late-’70s-era computer consoles floated before us, the musical weave of rhythm, melody, harmony, and noise was full of funk, beauty, and the sonic detours of strange breakdowns. At the same time, the group did not dip their toes much into the territory of sampling and infinite layering so common in modern electronic music. Their minimalist approach, often boiling down to the interplay of four contrasting parts, kept their aesthetic tightly focused.

And what a powerful aesthetic they’ve created. In a sense, the band was the ultimate expression of the pop art first envisioned in the ’60s: catchy, reproducible melodies, elemental rhythms, and lyrics built on simple phrases or even single words. Yet behind the simplicity, the classical inclinations of the group’s founders shone through, as in the intriguing modulations of the basic building-block chords of “The Man-Machine,” or the elegiac fanfare of “Tour de France.”

Combining all these elements, Kraftwerk reminded us of the power of world-building, paring down the real world to its most basic elements, only to reassemble them anew. That they did so with a real historical insight and an inimitable style was clearly inspiring to both fans and musical innovators that happened to see them in action.

To mark this moment, and savor the possibilities that these masters of funk, melody and noise revealed to us, we present images captured by two of the community’s most fervent music lovers, Ron Buck and Robert Traxler.

Setlist:
Numbers / Computer World / Computer World 2    
It's More Fun to Compute / Home Computer    
Spacelab    
Airwaves / Tango    
The Man-Machine    
Electric Café    
Autobahn    
Computer Love    
The Model    
Neon Lights    
Geiger Counter / Radioactivity    
Metropolis    
Tour de France / Étape 1 / Chrono / Prologue / Étape 2    
Trans Europe Express / Abzug / Metal on Metal

Encore:
The Robots / Robotronik    
Planet of Visions    
Pocket Calculator    
Non Stop / Boing Boom Tschak / Music Non Stop 
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Memphis Filmmaker Jonathan Pekar Creating New Animated Series

Johnathan Pekar

Jonathan Pekar, Memphis-born filmmaker, comedian, and musician has announced a major new animation project, which will launch in 2019.

“PPPI Productions hired me to write, direct and create the music for their new 30-minute cartoon series Coalition Xing,” he says via IM from Los Angeles, where he is wrapping up work on the pilot episode of the series.

The character Hatemon in still from the Coalition Xing pilot

Pekar says PPPI is a Chinese company who “have expanded into America, uniting with several former Disney creatives to produce projects for both the Chinese and American markets.”

The new show is a bilingual production intended for both Chinese and Western audiences whose characters will figure into a new theme park PPPI is developing in China.

Coalition Xing is a 30 minute animated series geared towards edu-taining 6-to-10-year-old kids in China and the United States by cleverly using subtitles, original music, and compelling storytelling.”

This is Pekar’s first entry into the realm of animation since he graduated from the University of Southern California film program. His resume includes producing Shark Week for the Discovery Channel. But “pouring cow blood in the ocean was never my idea of edutaining,” he says. “I made that word up on a Guadalajaran island while we were filming for Shark Week — well, on a boat next to the island. ”

Pekar got his start as a teenager in Memphis playing with hardcore punks Distemper at he Antenna Club. He currently performs in two bands, the Los Angeles outfit Are You A Cop? and the Memphis band Pig Star, with Distemper guitarist George Cole.

Pekar is composing music for the Coalition Xing score.

“Dr. Herman Green, Chuck Sullivan, Richard Cushing, Will Gilbert, and many other Memphians have collaborated with me on this project,” he says. “We recorded half of the soundtrack and audio design in Memphis.”

The pilot episode will also include music from Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age and Mario Lalli of Fatso Jetson.

Pekar, who has a history as a standup comedian, says it’s been easy for him to refocus his writing on a much younger audience than the ones he performs for at L.A.’s Comedy Store.

“I spend time with people that are more immature than me, if that’s even conceivable,” he says.

Pekar’s crew consists of about 38 animators, including veterans of Nickelodeon’s Teen Titans. The pilot will air in China in September. The American release date for Coalition Xing is currently up in the air, but Pekar says the early reactions to the work have exceeded his expectations.

“It was sold before it was completed,” he said.

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Moana

“If you wear a dress and have an animal sidekick, you’re a Princess,” says Maui, demigod of land and sea voiced by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, of Moana, the eponymous heroine of the new Disney animated extravaganza.

Moana, voiced by a high school freshman named Auli’i Cravalho, is not technically a princess, but rather the daughter of Chief Tui Waialiki (Star Wars veteran Temuera Morrison), leader of Motunui, a picturesque village on a lovingly rendered Polynesian island. But those are just details that have been temporarily glued to the ever-evolving ideal of the Disney Princess. Snow White, Belle, Jasmine, Mulan, Pocahontas — the stars of Disney’s animated musicals are all gathered under the same corporate banner at princess.disney.com. They’re the bait that hooks the young girls into the Disney corporate synergy machine: See the movie, buy the merch, ride the ride. It’s easy to get cynical about all of it (and if you’re not feeling cynical yet, don’t worry, I’m cynical enough for both of us), but the truth is, Disney’s just really damn good at making these movies.

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson and Auli’i Cravalho are the voices behind the demigod Maui (left) and Moana, the eponymous teen “princess” of Disney’s new animated feature.

From before Homer told the story of Achilles setting out across the wine-dark sea, we’ve understood that kids need heroes. Stories of trials, bravery, and purpose help us fill in the blanks of who we want to be and, thus, who we become. In the past, Disney’s youngest female fans had Sleeping Beauty as a hero: a character whose best qualities are her utter passivity and attractiveness to men. Now, they have Moana, and it’s a big improvement as role models go. Instead of waiting for a man to come save her and drag her off into domesticity, Moana makes her own decisions. The only men in her life are her stalwart but overprotective father and the vain, tempestuous demigod. Moana is bereft of romance, and it’s all the better movie for it. Instead, it’s the story of a young woman trying to cajole the men around her into doing the right thing and then giving up and just doing it herself. But in stripping the patriarchy from the Princess, all that’s left for directors Ron Clements, John Musker, Don Hall, and Chris Williams is a pretty straightforward Hero’s Journey, complete with an eccentric, elderly mentor (Gramma Tala, voiced by Rachel House); a descent into the underworld (for a musical number with a hostile giant crab); and a good, old fashioned leap of faith.

Did you catch that there are four directors? I think that’s a record for a non-anthology movie. But that’s Disney under the direction of John Lasseter, who brought the fluid, iterative, team-based creative process with him from Pixar. There’s one official screenwriter (Jared Bush), but at least seven people get “story by” credits — and yet the film still steals beats from Raiders of the Lost Ark and Mad Max: Fury Road. There are no missteps, but no big chances are taken, either.

The number of animators stretches well into the hundreds, and the evidence of that investment is up on the screen. Moana is one of the most gorgeous pictures Disney has ever produced. Nevermind the onslaught of stunning technical achievements, from Maui’s unruly locks of curls to the nonstop water effects that would have been impossible just a few years ago — Moana is a brilliantly designed animation. The human characters balance on the edge of the uncanny valley, and they are often interacting with backgrounds and objects that are as photorealistic as anything in a Marvel movie. The visuals are more inventive than the storytelling, and the most impressive moments come in the musical interludes. There’s one moment where Moana and Maui sing their way into an environment inspired by the impressionistic animation of Song of the Sea, and the contrast between the full rendered 3D CGI characters and the 2D backgrounds are like nothing I have ever seen before.

The songs, written by a team that included Hamilton scribe Lin-Manuel Miranda, are unfortunately not as memorable as the visuals. There’s no “Let It Go” or “Be Our Guest” here. With the exception of “Shiny,” sung by Flight of the Conchords Jemaine Clement as the aforementioned giant crab monster, the songs all kind of melt together into an unoffensive Disney goo that will one day seep through hidden speakers outside the Moana Outrigger Adventure ride at Disney World.

If you need me, I’ll be in the tiki bar.

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Kubo and the Two Strings

Kubo And The Two Strings starts out with a moment of quiet bravado: “If you must blink, do it now.”
The voice, we will soon learn, belongs to our hero Kubo (Art Parkinson, aka the youngest Stark on Game Of Thrones), and “If you must blink…” is the beginning of his carny pitch. But it also doubles as a manifesto for one of the most visually sumptuous films of the year.

11 years before, the infant Kubo washed up on a beach with his mother; now, he earns money to support her as a street performer. With his magic shamisen (a three-stringed, Japanese musical instrument), he can bring origami figures to life and use them to bring tales of derring-do to life for the curious villagers. The star of his stories is a paper samurai named Hanzo, modeled after the boy’s missing father.

Already it’s easy to see the mythic resonances in Kubo’s story: Perseus also survived abandonment at sea, and later learned he was demigod, son of Zeus and the mortal Danae. Kubo’s father Hanzo was mortal, but his mother was the most powerful of three daughters of Raiden the Moon King (voiced by Ralph Fienes).

You might think this curious, because Perseus was Greek, and the world where Kubo lives is undoubtedly a stylized version of feudal Japan. The mixing of East and West continues through the story, a largely by-the-book Hero’s Journey sprinkled liberally with concepts from Shinto and Japanese folklore. It’s the mark of a team of young filmmakers, led by Travis Knight, who have clearly grown up steeped in manga, anime, and Studio Ghibli.

Instead of hailing from Tokyo, Knight’s animation studio Laika is based in Portland, Oregon, and Knight’s father Philip is the co-founder of Nike. Laika is the studio behind great-looking stop motion films such as Coraline, but this is CEO Travis’ first credit as director, which might lead the more cynical among us to dismiss Kubo as a rich guy’s vanity project—or a shot across the bow of the Disney battleship.

Kubo is thrust into adventure when he inadvertently exposes his whereabouts to his evil aunties, a pair of black-clad twins chillingly voiced by Rooney Mara. Kubo’s grandfather stole one of his eyes when he was an infant, and now the Moon King wants the other one. Kubo’s questing companions include the wise Monkey, voiced with incredible precision by Charlize Theron, and the rather thick Beetle, a perfectly cast Matthew McConaughey.

The real star of the show is the seamless blend of advanced stop motion animation and CGI, which Laika use to create stunning, hyperreal images, such as an underwater garden of malign, staring eyes, and a boat made of orange fall leaves.

When he leaves the familiar environs of his village, Kubo awakens in a featureless, snowy landscape. There’s no shortage of eye-popping set pieces in the film, but this little moment of visual restraint stuck out as proof that Laika’s head is in the right place. A lesser film would have been afraid to bore its audience by going blank, but Knight and company let the landscape’s lack of landmarks reflect their hero’s psychic dislocation. Kubo’s visuals are not just knockout gorgeous, they’re always in service of character and story.

How has Laika succeeded where so many other have failed this year? There are four credited writers, none of whom are the director, which means it was not the vision of a single auteur, but the product of a healthy collaborative process.

This is the model of contemporary corporate filmmaking that has recently seen so many specularly expensive failures. A plucky little studio, both geographically and spiritually removed from the Hollywood sausage factory, has beat the majors at their own game, and they’ve done it for a fraction of the cost.

The dog days of August is when Hollywood traditionally dumps the losers from their summer line ups, but with Kubo and the Two Strings, they’ve saved the best for last. 

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Sausage Party

You know those movies where the premise is so out-there that you say “Wow, these guys must have been really high when they came up with THAT one!”? That’s usually a sarcastic joke, but in the case of Sausage Party, it’s almost certainly true. America’s Stoner in Chief Seth Rogen, who reportedly worked for eight years to get this film made, gives away the secret to its creation in the middle of the second act, when Druggie, voiced by James Franco, gains the ability to communicate with inanimate objects after injecting a solution of bath salts. “Everybody told me not to do this,” he says. “But I’m going to do it anyway.”

One can easily imagine Rogen and his partner in crime Evan Goldberg pitching the idea of a movie about talking supermarket food items to their crew of Hollywood’s Most Blunted over bong hits and nachos. I’m sure many, many people told them not to do it, because it’s one of those ideas that sounds great when you’re stoned but doesn’t survive contact with the “real world.” But these grasshoppers have pulled off an unlikely coup by bringing their bonged-out vision to the screen and making it work.

Rogen is the voice of Frank, a hot dog who, like everyone . . . I mean, everything … in the Shopwell big box grocery store lives more or less contentedly in his cozy packaging with seven other bro-dogs. Everything the products know about the world inside and outside the supermarket comes from a song they sing ritualistically each morning, which provides the film with its first opportunity to mock animation conventions. The big opening production number delivers the same world-building information as “Circle of Life” from The Lion King, only with a lot more casual cursing. The song tells them the people shopping in the Shopwell are benevolent gods who choose the most worthy among the products and take them away into an eternal paradise. Those who are not found pure and worthy are condemned to be thrown into the trash by Darren (Paul Rudd), the pimpled stock boy who roams the aisles seeking whom he may devour.

Frank and his mates are feeling pretty good about their chances for ascension into paradise, because they’re prominently placed on the 4th of July special rack next to a pack of buns that is home to Frank’s would-be girlfriend Brenda Bunsen (Kristen Wiig). But the day before the big 4th of July sale, a bottle of Honey Mustard (Danny McBride) is returned to the store, and he tells the foodstuff a harrowing tale of gods who mercilessly mutilate and devour the food. When Frank and Brenda try to save Honey Mustard from suicide, they cause a catastrophic cart collision that plays out like every urban disaster movie since 9/11.

Turns out, when your characters are talking food, you can skewer a lot of sacred cows. Our heroes are accompanied by two refugees from the ethnic food aisle: Sammy Bagel Jr. (Edward Norton) talks like a Woody Allen character, and Lavash (David Krumholtz) is a Persian flatbread. The quest forces the two rival carbohydrates to put aside their differences and work together. The other member of the party is a lesbian taco played by Selma Hayek. The villain is, naturally, a Douche, played with psychotic gusto by Nick Kroll.

In a year plagued by some of the worst screenwriting in recent memory, the script, credited to four writers including Rogen and Goldberg, is surprisingly tight. Co-directors Conrad Vernon and Greg Tiernan are two veteran animators with only a handful of directoiral credits between them. They have fun staging one hilarious set piece after another. Pixar has been the dominant animation studio for a generation, but there have been surprisingly few Pixar parodies. Sausage Party is among the first to stake out that ground, riffing on Ratatouille and Toy Story. But their ultimate achievement is a climactic pansexual food orgy that really must be seen to be believed.

Just in case the words “pansexual food orgy” didn’t clue you in, this is one animated film that is not for children. Fans of the Rogen/Goldberg flavor of raunchy comedy, however, will find that Sausage Party is the duo’s greatest achievement.

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Zootopia

When Disneyland opened in 1955, the first thing throngs of visitors encountered was Main Street, U.S.A., Walt Disney’s sanitized, safe, and, ultimately, utopian vision of America as a small, Midwestern town where everyone was happy — everyone who mattered, anyway.

Disney’s fortunes have waxed and waned over the years, and its vaunted animation division that produced timeless masterpieces such as Fantasia, Pinocchio, and The Jungle Book fell into disrepair. In the early 1990s, a young animator named John Lasseter championed computer animation as the House of Mouse’s way back to the forefront and was canned for his troubles. Fortunately for everyone, he attracted the attention of Pixar, the animation production house Steve Jobs cobbled together from the remnants of George Lucas’ computer graphics division, and went on to define the zeitgeist, starting with Toy Story, until Disney finally threw in the towel and bought its rival outright 10 years ago.

Lasseter is now the head of the animation division he was once run out of, and so, with Star Wars and Marvel properties defining the pop-culture landscape and acting as an ATM for the company, it’s his job to articulate Walt’s utopian message for the uncertain 21st century. Disney did not release budget numbers for Zootopia, but Variety estimates there’s upwards of $100 million invested in this ambitious spectacle. The talent in the director’s chair(s) is about as impressive as it gets in the animation world. Byron Howard’s been with the studio since Mulan, more recently helming Tangled. Rich Moore was the director for some of The Simpsons’ greatest episodes, including “Lisa’s Substitute,” “Marge vs. the Monorail,” and “Cape Feare.” The vision of ideal America they conjure in Zootopia is tolerant, kind, rational, but not perfect — and all the stronger for it.

We get the backstory for the human-free world of Zootopia from its hero, a rabbit named Judy Hopps (Ginnifer Goodwin), one of 275 brother and sisters growing up on a carrot farm in the Bunny Borough. The animals abandoned nature red in tooth and claw and built a multispecies civilization based on mutual respect and not eating each other. The sprawling capitol is Zootopia, a city with excellent public transportation where “anyone can be anything.” But, like America, Zootopia doesn’t always live up to its highest ideals, and Judy’s ambition to be a police officer is unlikely, since the force is dominated by African megafauna. But Judy perseveres and makes history with the help of Mayor Leodore Lionheart’s (J.K. Simmons) diversity program. But, as with many ambitious trailblazers, she runs up against institutional roadblocks, here with the face of a water buffalo named Bogo (Idris Elba), who assigns her to meter-maid duty. But when she’s confronted by the frantic wife of a missing otter (Octavia Spencer), she gets 48 hours to solve the mystery, which may be related to a wave of AWOL animals across the city. Along the way, Judy must confront not only prejudice against her as a she tries to break into the formerly bunny-less world of animal law enforcement, but also her own prejudices against others, such as Nick Wilde (Jason Bateman), a con artist fox, whom bunnies — including Judy’s own parents — still regard with suspicion as their most-feared former natural enemy.

Zootopia‘s most ingenious move is mining the 1982 Walter Hill film 48 Hrs. for its main character dynamic — only in this case, Nick Nolte is a bunny, and Eddie Murphy is a fox. When the unlikely pair’s investigation inadvertently inflames the city’s long-dormant predator/prey tensions, the parallels to to the human world couldn’t be more clear to the adults in the audience.

Goodwin, a Memphian whose voice-acting experience began with Robot Chicken, gives vibrant life to Judy, Zootopia‘s breakout star who is destined to enter the pantheon of Disney characters next to Bambi and Dumbo. From her on down, characterization is Zootopia‘s biggest strength. All of the bit players are good, including the legendary Maurice LaMarche doing his Marlon Brando imitation as Mr. Big, the shrew godfather of Tundratown, Tommy Chong as a nudist yak, and Raymond Persi, who gives a show-stopping performance as a sloth in charge of the DMV. The animation is the equal of any recent Pixar feature, with a wealth of jokes delivered through simple attention to detail.

Zootopia‘s message of tolerance and respect comes at a perfect time for the human world wracked by renewed racial divisions drummed up by marauding demagogues. Disney always strove to base his vision of America on the better angels of our nature, and with Zootopia, the company he founded has succeeded.

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Time Warp Drive-In: Cartoon-A-Palooza

September sees two Time Warp Drive-Ins. The first, happening this Saturday at the Summer Drive-In, is the Cartoon-A-Palooza.

We are living in a golden age of animation. Once relegated to the kiddy pool, now animation is accepted as a fully adult medium Most of the great works of animation, such as Chuck Jones 1938-62 work for Warner Brothers, was aimed at both the juvenile and adult audiences, but it was taboo for a grown up to admit they liked cartoons. Nowadays, it’s cool for old and young alike to be Pixar fans, but if you had to point at the moment when the tide turned, it would be 1988’s Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

Time Warp Drive-In: Cartoon-A-Palooza

Between filming Back To The Future and its two sequels, director Robert Zemeckis loosely adapted a 1981 genre mashup novel called Who Censored Roger Rabbit? The amount of negotiation it took to put so many different company’s characters in one film is staggering to contemplate. Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse, to cite just one example, had to have exactly the same amount of screen time. But it was worth the hassle, because Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Has held up incredibly well. Its seamless blending of animation and live action has proven to be a blueprint for how special effects movies are made in the CGI era. But most importantly, it’s just plain fun for everyone.

Time Warp Drive-In: Cartoon-A-Palooza (2)

On the internet, Space Jam is remembered for its website, which has been online and unchanged for 19 years. It’s a family friendly marraige of live action and animation in the Roger Rabbit vein. It’s notable for being Michael Jordon’s only big screen acting role, and the highest-grossing basketball movie of all time.

Time Warp Drive-In: Cartoon-A-Palooza (3)

Like Space Jam, Heavy Metal was also the brainchild of producer Ivan Reitman. But that’s where the similarities end. Although it came out in 1981, it can be seen as the last gasp of 70s psychedelia. And it’s definitely not made for kids. The anthology of stories adapted from the British comic magazine whose name it shares are a unique blend of sci fi, fantasy, raunch, and drug humor. It’s a little uneven, because each segment was produced by different animators, and the years have applied a layer of cheeseiness. Bit it has survived as a cult classic, and I have to admit I’ll watch it every chance I get.

The final film of the evening is Fritz The Cat. The legendary counterculture film launched the career of Ralph Bashki, and raised the public profile of cartoonist R. Crumb, on whose work the film is based. It’s raucous and funny, and definitely of its time. One can’t help but think that the biggest reason it was so controversial was because it was ahead of its time in trying to create animation that was aimed at adults, not kids

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Here is Your Weekend Art Itinerary, August 21 – 23

Lawrence Matthews, ‘Vote III’


FRIDAY

Lawrence Matthews, i.e. Don Lifted, “In a Violent Way” at Crosstown Arts (6PM — 9PM):
You may have seen Matthews perform as his alter-ego, Don Lifted, without knowing that the emerging artist is also a prolific painter. For this exhibition, Matthews reimagines famous images of the civil rights struggle.

Nick Pena’s “Crosscut” at Christian Brothers University (5:30PM—7:30PM): 
Pena’s paintings are meditations on the fissure of The American Dream. If you haven’t seen Pena’s work before, this is a great chance to check it out. 

CEREAL at GLITCH (6PM—10PM):
A group show featuring work by Lance Turner, Derrick Dent, Ariel Claiborn and others. There will also be music from C – Stilla, Dick Solomon, Purplecat Jane and Sleepy Barksdale. 

SATURDAY

Animated Film: The Secret of Kells at the Brooks (2PM)
This seems promising: “Young Brendan lives in a remote medieval outpost under siege from barbarian raids. But a new life of adventure beckons when a celebrated master illuminator arrives from foreign lands carrying an ancient but unfinished book, brimming with secret wisdom and powers. To help complete the magical book, Brendan has to overcome his deepest fears on a dangerous quest that takes him into the enchanted forest where mythical creatures hide. “

Still from ‘The Secret of Kells’

SATURDAY AND SUNDAY

Second Terrain Biennial, all day, around the city: 
Artists Terri Jones, Lindsay Julian, Melissa Dunn, Between Worlds Collaborative, Greely Myatt, Johnathan Payne, Terri Phillips, and Lester Julian Merriweather created work to be shown in yards around Memphis. A map is available at the Rhodes College website. Rhodes is hosting the event to kick off This Must Be the Place, a year-long exploration of art’s relationship to place, presented by Clough-Hanson Gallery.

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Song Of The Sea

One of the reasons I love animation is because it can be such a richly expressive medium. Live action film is constrained in several ways: It needs to clearly convey plot and character information, it has to look reasonably realistic, and there are severe budgetary restraints on big spectacle. Animation is more flexible in those areas, particularly once you have convinced an audience to follow you into an unreal world.

Song of the Sea is a prime example of animation’s limitless potential. The plot follows tween boy Ben (voiced by David Rawle) and his mute sister Saoirse (eventually voiced by Lucy O’Connell) who live in a lighthouse with their father Conor (Brendan Gleeson). Their mother Bronagh (Lisa Hannigan) mysteriously disappeared when Saorise was born, and sense of melancholy hangs over their tiny island on the Irish coast, where they are occasionally visited by their Granny (Fionnula Flanagan).

One night, on her birthday, Saoirse finds a chest filled her late mother’s belongings and puts on a pure, white coat she finds inside. Drawn to the sea by the calls of sea lions, she is transformed into a white seal and swims joyously in the ocean. But when her concerned Granny finds her asleep on the beach, she convinces Conor to send the children to live with her in Dublin. Deprived of her connection with the sea, Saoirse sickens, and Ben must navigate the treacherous route back home through big city, open country, and the supernatural underworld that reveals itself to the siblings.

Director Tomm Moore based his sophomore film on a number of stories from Irish folklore, most prominently the myth of the selkie, a benevolent were-seal. Moore’s animation style doesn’t fit into any easily defined categories. It’s not big-eyed anime, smoothly rendered Pixar 3D, or traditional, hand-drawn, full animation. It’s flat, but he expertly combines layers that he can use to either create the illusion of foreground and background or spread out and wheel around the frame. His character design is a little reminiscent of Charles Shultz Peanuts, but is distinctly original.

Song Of The Sea is visually lush, but it’s story is never too cluttered or busy. It doesn’t depend on manic sugar rush energy to keep its intended audience of kids attention, but rather seeks to draw them into a fascinating, unique world. This is the second of Moore’s movies that was nominated for the Best Animated Feature Academy Award, and I expect we’ll be seeing his name again in that category in the future. The film is playing through Thursday at the Malco Paradiso, so if you’ve got kids who love animation, or if you’re like me and a die-hard animation fan yourself, I highly recommend you find time to see this one on the big screen.