Hey, you know what's fun? Tossing in my two cents about a movie that the rest of you either saw eight months ago or decided never to see. Maybe next I'll weigh in on that whole Britney head-shaving debacle. (No I won't. And it actually sort of pains me that I can't come up with a better example of the untimely than that.)
That said, what did we all think of Ratatouille? (Or, as -R- calls it, Rat-tat-tooey, which I'll agree does make the title that much more fun to say.)
My take? I feel there are moments in life that sort of crystallize who I am as a person... defining thoughts or comments that make me say, "Oh. Damn. That is who I am?" And who I am this time is someone who really needs to lighten up and take things a little less literally from time to time. Why? Because charming as Rat-tat-tooey was purported to be (what with the 95% fresh rating at Rotten Tomatoes and the Best Animated Feature Film Oscar and all), throughout the entire movie I simply could not get past the fact that there was a wiry-haired RAT in the kitchen, touching food with his pointy, rodenty little paws. And it revolted me. I know rats are supposed to be cute and harmless in animated form, but all I could think was "Rats! In the kitchen! Excuse me while I lose my dinner..."
Internets, help me out on this. It wasn't just me, was it?
It was? Yeah, I thought so. I'll take my pocket protector and antibacterial wipes and move along now. Thanks.
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* No, I wasn't that kid, actually, but I went to Girl Scout camp with her. And man, if ever there was a 35-year-old woman trapped in a ten-year-old's body... Actually she'd probably be with me on the Ratatouille thing. Oddly, I take no comfort in that.
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I refuse to watch that movie. ever. unless I have kids. and then maybe.
All lowercase letters = intentional.
I saw it at the dollar movie theater...what a waste of a dollar.
Aww, I just got it in the library and I was going to bring it home to watch. I heard it was totally cute! Now I'm just going to be thinking of germs.
I like rats. Well, I like cute little domesticated rats. I wouldn't want wild rats in my kitchen, either. And I speak from experience. Since, in my old neighborhood, we had a bit of a rat problem. And the problem wasn't that they wanted to be chefs. ;)
I liked the movie a lot but I was still icked out by the whole rats in the kitchen thing. It wasn't the one rat so much that bothered me. It was the part where they were all there. That is just nasty.
The New York Times review (mostly positive) commented on the exact same thing. I loved Ratatouille, but I definitely think it required some suspension of... grossed-outed-ness!
I know this won't help you feel any younger, but my mom had the exact same reaction.
I think I was okay with it because they washed their hands. And had cute little noses.
HA! I haven't seent he movie, so I don't know if that woudl have been my reaction. I find you hilarious, though, my friend.
maybe you are just an old time cook, or a cook hoture like the french chefs in the movie. their first reaction was to throw up and leave! rats are associated from time immemorial with filth, yuckiness, and all things GROSS! Disney took a big leap of faith in guessing that people would suspend disbelief...and according to that oscar win, they were right!
I liked the movie, but had to turn away from watching it every time he touched food. I'm with you on the queasy factor!
I have students that aren't nearly as clean as the rats, if that helps.
No?
I'm a hard-hearted jerk, and I thought the movie was completely great, cute even. So what's wrong with you, exactly?
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