Saturday, June 2, 2012

Big Change

So I've decided to switch the focus of this blog from art, to...movie and book reviews.  Yup, big change.  I love reading books and watching movies, and I'm very analytical and what I take in, so I thought I would share my opinions.

Most of the reviews will be filled with spoilers, and meant to be read after you've watched/read and formed your ideas already--not as reviews that you use to decide whether you want to pick up the book or DVD.

FIRST REVIEW-- the Animanted, adult-audience movie (R) Felidae, featuring sentient, talking pet cats.  If the combination of adult and animation is odd for you, just think of, for instance, Animal Farm.  Cartoons tend to be of a childish medium, but they can deliver the grit when they want to.  Roger Rabbit is another good example.


1. Felidae, 1994 film, made in Germany.  Based on the novel of the same name.

-This review discusses subjects that might bother people, including sex and aspects of sex. -

I’m not sure why I took such a long time to get around to watching this movie.  I think the warnings of violence and sex were off-putting, but I’m a big girl now.

A brief note about the language—I watched the English dub, so I don’t know if it’s fair to rate the voice actors.  But for English voice actors, I found Francis’s voice interested.  It sounded geeky and scholarly, well mannered and intelligent, yet with a raw edge of boyish, youthful impetuousness.  Bluebeard was good as well, rough and rough yet with a brain in his skull, and Felicity was especially enchanting.  Kong was a little bit silly, but he was animated silly too, with those thin circles around his pupils denoting “crazy,” so maybe that’s fair.  My brother watched the movie with the original German voices, and he said from what he could tell the English dub was pretty decent in matching the characters.


So now to the story, the plot of Francis as detective in the string of murders.  Francis’ role as detective is a little startling, as he seems to have an impressive vocabulary such as “stiffs,” and he just jumps into the role, with quips such as, “We’ll need more information if we’re going to crack this case.”  This is still believable because his owner, Gus, is a pulp writer.  Still it would be more convincing if he had specified that Gus wrote mystery pulps.  I also wish there had been a bit of explanation of how Gus transitioned from an Egyptologist to a pulp writer.


As Francis explores his new neighborhood and neighbors with his somewhat friend Bluebeard, the audience is introduced to a satisfying assortment of neighbors/suspects.  The neighborhood “scumbags,” which are clearly only comic relief, and Felicity is a charming and sympathetic creature.  It is genuinely shocking when she is killed and beheaded.  The characters become more ambiguous when we meet a cat cult who experiments with electrocution, and when Francis finds a tape recording of a mad scientist’s video diary.  It is the most chilling moment of the film for me, as he grows progressively drunker, wilder and crueler, and the graphic scenes of splitting skulls and seeing brains squirt out was sobering.


At the end of the recording, when Francis has had enough, he paws the machine off.  This is but one example of cats showing high intelligence; in other scenes it’s shown that cats can read, speak to humans if they choose, and even learn to work computers.  This was unsettling for me, because there was no “Secret of NIMH” moment or back-story showing how the cats gained their intelligence.  I had to conclude for myself that in this movie, it is assumed that cats are smarter than they care to show, and the viewer must assume and accept this to understand the story.


As any superb mystery will, the movie pulls off the act of having the murderer being the one character you would least suspect: Pascal, the aging and cancer-stricken scholar who has taken Francis under his paw to guide him in learning about Felidae.  The way the twist works so well is that Pascal shares his schemes with Francis…but only to a point.  For instance, Pascal is compiling a computer database of cat breeds in the neighborhood, so he can kill any cat who refuses to participate in “breeding back” to their roots of a wild cat.  He shows his computer database to Francis, but only the part where he is cataloging the neighborhood cats.  He says he is doing that to “try to find the murderer,” and he plays dumb at how the program could be used further.


As Francs begins to dialogue with him about how the grogram could be used further, Pascal appears to be expounding and adding to the database, but he is actually just revealing more and more of what he’s already learned, and pretending he doesn’t know the full context of the information.  So, for instance, when Francis suggests that they calculate what the breeds have been of all the slain cats, Pascal does so, and remarks casually, “well, none of them came from high breeding,” even though Pascal already knew this, since he probably marked them to be killed because of their low race.


The movie uses great cinema tricks for showing their budding relationship, such as one shot where Pascal is sitting on a chair and Francis is on the floor before him, a devoted student.  Ultimately when they fight their final battle, their shadows are thrown upon the giant portrait of Gregor Mendel, whose knowledge of genetics played a large role in the movie.


I am doubtful that Pascal “gave” nightmares to Francis to lead him closer to the answers.  This is a fairly science-based story, so where this mind control came from is unexplained and weird and, frankly, not believable. 


What's believable to me is how the cats’ natural behaviors are incorporated into the story.  They speak frankly of sex, without embarrassment or any kind of coyness.  This may partially come from the European origin of the film.  Bluebeard spray-marks houses several times, and there is an overt sex scene between Francis and an exotic Egyptian cat; the felines candidly discuss erectile disorder, castration, sexual excitement and “sex gone too far.”  The one problem this presented to me is that if felines have such a superb sense of smell, why couldn’t Francis recognize Pascal’s scent at the crime scenes?


It’s possible it has something to do with the medical experiments he suffered, for Pascal was the mad scientist’s “mascot” and had some special physical characteristic that allowed the tissue-bonding glue to work on his skin, while burning other cats like acid.


I do wish that the cat cult had been more fleshed out.  It’s unclear how Francis divined that they worshipped the legendary Claudicas, who had been tortured to death, and though Joker’s granddaughter knew Claudicas/Pascal was still alive, I wonder why this was not more well-known and celebrated, instead of being a small fact that chanced to be discovered.  Overall, the cult was more of a distraction and red herring, when it really could have been more integrated.  I also wonder why Pascal chose to follow the footsteps of his torturer.  It really seems like the opposite should have happened.  A cat, tortured by a mad scientist, decides to go all eugenics on his cat brothers?  Where does that come from?  A brain-washing flashback would have been nice.

The ending is abrupt, with a few threads left unwound.  How much of a part did the “fashion designer” cats play, and was Pascal telling the truth or goading Francis when he said they came from natural selection, not human breeding programs?  Was Pascal alone in killing the hundreds of cats in the neighborhood, and how could so many cats have been killed without the human authorities being alerted?  What happened to the mad scientist’s body after Pascal killed him?  Why wasn’t his laboratory cleared out by the police, his videotape collected as evidence?  Did some of those hundreds of cat bodies come from the scientist, not Pascal?


Though I am disappointed not to get all the answers, I think the film is somewhat deliberate in holding back.  This is best shown in the one and only scene Francis and Felicity share.  Felicity intrigues and delights, saying, “I’m not blind…I just can’t see.”  She says she has been blind from birth, yet has pictures in her mind of humans surrounded her, showing something glittering..and then pain.  Francis divines that she has been tormented by humans who stole her sight, but Felicity says that’s impossible because humans are so kind.  Five minutes later she is dead, and her past is never unraveled.  Felidae is like life: you are not meant to know all the answers.  Be content with what you know, and use it as you see fit.


Overall it was a satisfying story, with nod-worthy animation—the dramatically colored backgrounds were especially lush, and I paused once to note the thin slice of a red highlight on a lamp post.  Great stuff.  I liked most of the character models, although I found Kong’s body too bulky, over the top caricature where he looked more like a bulldog or a small child on all fours.  Felicty’s eyes were pale green with tiny pupils, perfectly suggesting her blindness.  Some of the cats, such as the Guardian of the Dead, had long mustache-like pendulums of fur which was distracting and overly-humanized, and all of the cat’s muzzles seemed ever so slightly elongated, but that was probably done for speech animation ease.

As a final note the credit song by Boy George is surprisingly basic in lyrics but charming in sound.  I give this movie 3/5 stars.


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