Wonderful, beautiful, charming. Until at the end you realise that Brad Bird has figuratively cast himself as Remy, and that the bumbling Linguine is Jan Pinkava, and that the moral of the story, like the Incredibles before it, is that less talented people should get the hell out the way and let the talented folk (IE Brad Bird) run the show.
This initially delicious dish left a bitter aftertaste.
Like soup with wee in it.
Grade: B
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vzjp // August 17, 2007 at 4:41 pm
… or conversely the self effacing Brad Bird has cast himself as the hapless Linguini, getting the credit all the while secretly guided by Jan Pinkava aka Rémy under his chef’s hat. An interpretation more Freudian I grant you, yet more in keeping with the subtext that the aspiring and talented immigrant rat doesn’t get an even break in a restaurant populated by real people.
… or maybe not.