~ C’est Magnifique ~
If I were to say anything, there really would be nothing to say, because art is a form, and the form comes from the heart…
I really don’t know how to put this incredibly inspiring tale of deliveration, perserverance, and continuation into a written form. It is like food: you don’t love it – you don’t understand it – until you taste it… It is like an art: you can only deliver it with your mind, and transform it from your heart…to your hands…and back to your heart again in one, magnificent drop…
Something about this film inspired me – inspired my life. In fact, it MADE my life. It has continuated within my heart – my life – a passage that connotates the very clearest of meanings: Anyone CAN cook. Because I now know, after watching this beautiful masterpiece of a film, what that particular saying means to the world: it means that “anyone can be…anything”. To Remy, it said: “Anyone can cook.” But, to me, it said: “Anyone can create a work of art…”. If Remy wanted to cook, he can cook. And he did. If I want to draw, I can draw. And I will…
My sincere compliments to the chef: Brad Bird. My gratifying
admiration to the kitchen employees and employers: The artists who make Pixar what it is: A masterpiece…of perfection. And my generous thanks to the one artist who had a thought one morning – a crazy, rather ingenious, thought – , that a rat could become a chef: Jan Pinkava.
I have never, truely, in my short-lived – yet thankful – life, seen a film that presented to me a meal so graciously preserved…that it wet my appetite from the first bite. And I probably never will…
This film was something. Not just anything. SOMETHING. Something spectacular; something magnifique; something that I simply can’t put into words. It is, in its entirety, beautifully unpredictable – and, oh!, how sweet a taste is that sound… Beautifully…unpredictable.
Thank You, God, for creating me so that I could see this film. Thank You, Father, for creating those wonderful people that made Pixar what it is, and this film, Ratatouille, for what it has become.
I will remember this film for the rest of my life, because it is my life. I see Remy and Linguini as a mixture of me, even though that may sound absurd and vain. But, in reality, it is not. It is my dream…and my life…and my future… And I will cherish this film 'til the stars stop shining in the sky. And yes, there is one moment in the film – one simple thing that Remy did – that simply touched my heart, and that was this:
Him sitting on a roof-top, gazing out over the livid wonders of Paris, and relishing in what had become a dream that he had thought impossible: and that was fulfilling it.
Beautiful, luxurious sunlight poured down upon that little rat; upon that scene; upon my heart. If there was one thing that Pixar could have done that would have made me happy beyond all hope and thought, that was it. It is not every day that I sit on the roof, but when I do, my thoughts are a mirror of that of Remy’s…
I have never smiled so much or so lovingly in my life, and I don’t expect I ever will again for some time. But, when it does, I will embrace it with open arms and ratatouille-scented paws.
– Mitch
After-Note:
There is nothing more to say, because there is not a word here to describe it. I would not dare to spoil a film…with such beautiful and honey-scented art as Ratatouille…
I was touched.
But I’m happy for you, though. I love this review. 