Fantastic Mr. Fox

Fantastic Mr. Fox

The incredible style. The immaculate direction. The delightful score. Not to mention the incredible dialogue...

You're supposed to be my lab partner.

I am.

No you're not. You're disloyal.

What are the rules?

Well, it's real simple. Basically, there's three grabbers, three taggers, five twig-runners, and the player at whack-bat. The center-tagger lights a pinecone, chucks it over the basket. The whack-batter tries to hit the cedar-stick off the cross-rock. The twig-runners dash back and forth until the pinecone burns out and the umpire calls "hot box." Finally, at the end you count down however many score-downs it adds up to and divide that by nine.

Got it.

Any fox problems?

Are you joking?

It's horrible.

We're miserable.

He's laughing at us.

It's humiliating.

We're furious.

I don't even want to talk about it.

If what I think is happening is happening... it better not be.

They'll kill the children.

Over my dead body, they will!

That's what I'm saying. You'd be dead, too, in that scenario.

I just wanna see a little... sunshine.

But you're nocturnal, Phil, your eyes barely even open on a good day.

What are you singing, Petey?

Just... just making it up as I went along, really.

That's just weak songwriting. You wrote a bad song, Petey!

CONTACT!!!

...the genuinely perfect character arcs...

Uh, do you mind if I slide my bedroll slightly out from under the train set? It's hard to sleep in that corkscrew position.

There's a lot of attitudes going on around here. Don't let me get one.

No, it's just that my spinal cord is...

Sleep wherever you want, man. Here, take my bed. I'll just, uh... I'll crawl under the bookcase. Who cares if I get splinters in my ears?

Never mind.

What? Are you going to pout about it? 'Cause I've had it up to here with the sad house guest routine.

I know what it's like to feel... different.

I'm not different. Am I?

We all are. Him especially. But there's something kind of fantastic about that, isn't there?

Maybe. But I prefer to be an athlete.

Hey. I can fit through there. You want to know why?

Why?

Because I’m little!

I’m sorry.

That’s alright. You were just trying to unlock the apple crate.

No. I mean I’m sorry about… if…

Oh, you mean from before. The apology you owed me but never actually said.

Right. I’m grumpy, I spit, I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m just different, apparently. But, it won’t happen again. Kristofferson, I’m sorry.

That’s alright, too.

Ash, that was pure wild animal craziness. You’re an athlete. Here, put this bandit hat on.

...not to mention the brilliant themes about being a wild animal. Notice how when they're starving, it's a cold and wet mine with them growling at each other - but when they find food, they are civilized again. Oh, and the canis lupus scene! God, that scene is thematically superb. I'm sorry, this movie is just such a masterpiece in every conceivable way. It's impossible to do it justice in a review. I don't believe that anybody ever has. It's... fantastic. Nothing else to say but that.

Redemption, sure. But in the end, he’s just another dead rat in a garbage pail behind a Chinese restaurant.

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