sam kyker’s review published on Letterboxd:
“Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I’m saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? And how can a fox ever be happy without a chicken in its teeth?”
In Fantastic, the struggle of Mr. Fox is almost entirely masked by Ash’s. And though his is more apparent, Fox’s is equally resonant. Essentially, the two both want what they will never have. For Ash, it’s his father’s athleticism and talent. For Mr. Fox, the recklessness of youth. Throughout the majority of the runtime, the two do everything in their power to fulfill the unfulfillable.
In the end however, both have embraced their carnal selves. Ash is complacent with playing second fiddle and Mr. Fox has relented his Davy Crockett status. Both are contented with being themselves, welcoming their nature for what it is. Whether he siphons it out of submarines, private schools, or ancient hotels, it’s an Anderson staple, and one I hope he never forgets.