Unfortunately, I did not possess the foresight to recognize the genius of the design of one particular character in Pixar’s newest movie until I saw him in action (not very artistic of me, but in my defense I only saw a couple pictures beforehand and the trailers and all I was thinking was “wow, that guy has a humongous nose!”).
I wasn’t crazy about Cars (sorry), so I’d been severely Pixar-anemic for a while and the slew of weaksauce CG movies coming out made it worse. I’d forgotten about their greatness. The future of animation looked bleak at best.
Then Ratatouille came along. I wept in joy. I fell to my knees and promised never to doubt Pixar again. The designs are fantastic. The voicework is fantastic. Every twitch and shrug and expression makes me writhe with glee. Guys, THEY HAVE KNUCKLES!! AND EYELASHES!!
Anyway, my brain turned into a frothy, swamplike substance, functioning only enough to endlessly doodle fanart - and, as I mentioned in the first sentence, it’s mostly of Linguini because I love him so. I have never seen anything quite like him. Jan Pinkava or whoever created that design should be given a medal. Or a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Or a planet named after them.
Enough pompous rambling. Here, have some doodles. I left the pink sketch lines in (except on the Colette one) because it makes it look like I have artistic learnings.
Baby, why you gotta be so hard to draw? Colette is hot like a hot thing, and I’m glad she wasn’t just a Token Girl-Power Character – I groaned inwardly first seeing her because the “solitary female in the whole movie” thing is rarely done right, but Pixar did. She even had funny lines, which pleases me as so many female characters are reduced to humorless voices of reason – like only guys can be funny?
Remy is downright impossible to draw for me. His design doesn’t seem to translate well to 2D… or I’m just, y’know, lame.
Oh, and I love Linguini’s nose. I’ve drawn anime since I was like nine and broke out of it fairly recently, so drawing him is oddly liberating, like streaking naked through a mall and not getting arrested. He’s the total opposite of everything I’d become accustomed to drawing in almost every conceivable way.
Usually I gravitate toward obnoxious Cartman-y characters and am annoyed by spineless ones, but Linguini’s constant “oh d-d-dear!” anxiety just makes me want to adopt him. He’s sort of tragic, really, but also funny, even if his anatomy follows its own special set of rules that I have no intention of even pretending I understand. (He has no shoulders!)