If we were to partition contemporary cinema into two types of Blake poetry (Innocence/Experience), this would fit appropriately into the former. A wide-eyed, inventive, joyful adventure that everyone can appreciate - bringing back the charm lost due to the cynicism of our experience. PS. The claymation is astonishing. 3.5
What if Aardman, not Aronofsky made Requiem? A bleak and brutally honest (the rare time that truism seems apt) tale of damaged individuals that ticks off all the darkest traumas in amongst its slapstick gags and cutsey visuals. The pronouncements of topics was perversely blunt and deadened the impact somewhat, but the little details (the scars and rattling of spoons) sold the sadness.
So this is what kids are raised on in Europe?? I kind of sat in stunned stupor at this, unfeeling as my defense mechanism worked in overtime to protect me from something so bleak. It's a noble film presenting some harsh realities in a colourful package, to the extent that its lovely ending seems positively fairytale. I hope this film will find those for whom it will mean a lot.