||[Nov. 9th, 2004|10:34 pm]
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I am not going to say much about The Incredibles except...What the hell are you waiting for!? Go see it NOW!!!. I'll wait.
See what I mean? Yes. It is that good.
We're talking drama. We're talking romance. We're talking family issues and marital problems...this film has it all. Imagine all the Sean Connery James Bond movies mixed (shaken, not stirred) with every superhero cartoon you ever watched as a kid. Then imagine it overlaid with every episode of The Dick Van Dyke Show.
And I want every stick of virtual Mid-Century Modern furniture in the Incredibles' home. Hell...I want them to adopt me. The folks at Pixar are serious devotees of Heywood Wakefield and Danish Modern, as they proved to us in Toy Story 2. Well...this is what happens when they are given free reign to create a world. The city, Metroberg, is a clever amalgam of post-war New York, Chicago and San Francisco (there is also a "San Pablo Blvd."), while the suburban Townville is every "modern, sparkling new, homes of the future...today" subdivision built in the wake of Levittown.
And, as ever, there's all sorts of hidden snark (One example: When Mr. Incredible first meets the Syndrome as a kid called Buddy (voiced by Jason Lee), he can't remember his name and calls him Brody).
(And, speaking of names, how annoyed am I that they call the older boy "Dashiell" - "Dash" for short. I have been saying for years that, if I ever had a kid, I wanted to name it just that if it were a boy. And now, they've taken it, and if I do use it...people will think it's after the kid in a movie. Sigh.)
The realism is wonderful. The characters are well drawn out. And the writing? Not only clever, but hey! An actual plot! And who can't identify with being a super person in real life...yet be stuck in a horrible, drab, monochrome cube-farm from 9 to 5, Monday through Friday?