It was just a few days ago that I was talking about the Despereaux movie, and I still haven’t seen it, unfortunately. The holidays are a time for family togetherness and also, apparently, plagues. So, um, we haven’t been out to the movies yet. We’re far too busy tossing germs back and forth.
But I just read the review over at Toon Zone, and thought it was one of the most thoughtful pieces I’ve seen on it:
The Tale of Despereaux aspires to join the rarified company of classic animated fairy tales, but while the final film possesses ample charms, they are not quite enough to counterbalance the film’s flaws. In the end, The Tale of Despereaux tells a delightful story, but it doesn’t quite achieve the lift it needs to truly take flight.
I’m still disappointed, given how much we all loved the book, but I guess they can’t all be blockbusters.
On the other hand, thanks to my 4-year-old nephew I’ve now watched Ratatouille about four times in the last three days, and I’ve gotta say… it’s still good, every time. Talk about a movie that I never expected to be any good that completely blew away my expectations. The only problem with that movie is that it makes me hungry. But it’s a great flick.
So I guess that’s good news for Remy, but bad news for Despereaux. Sorry, Despereaux.