04.14.2010
We are the wretched refuse, we're the underdog

Bill Murray, in stark contrast to this Bill Murray:

On that note, Fantastic Mr. Fox is out on DVD now, and if you haven’t seen it because you’re allergic to claymation, or fun, or whatever your problem is, the time for self-improvement is now. My already-low opinion of the film industry is shriveling up practically by the day, so when a charming, imaginative movie that doesn’t skimp on laughs or substance comes out, it is our duty to welcome it with overzealous babying… as if it was the hot new girl in school who doesn’t realize she’s hot. It must be cared for, and appreciated, lest its kind go extinct.
If you’re not sold yet, check out this very short behind-the-scenes video about the making of the puppets for the film:
Unfortunately, the film resides in a kind of limbo assuring its financial oblivion — it’s too smart and weird for kids, but it’s too silly and cute for adults… nobody knows “who” this movie is supposed to be for. Of course, poor marketing can (and should) also be blamed. If a studio doesn’t have faith in a film and refuses to advertise for it properly, how can they expect it to succeed? Naturally, it was never even expected to succeed. Fantastic Mr. Fox is pretty blatantly an acquired taste, and nobody in Hollywood wants to work to be entertained anymore.
Pretty soon they’ll be selling tickets to watch a giant iTunes visualizer for 2 hours. Let’s face it, intelligent, “artsy” films are for those god damned hipsters and homos, not charming doofuses who will pay for just about anything as long as there are boobs and explosions. After all, isn’t making money the whole point of making movies in the first place?