By Mike Wilmington Wilmington@moviecitynews.com
Wilmington on DVDs: Brave
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BRAVE (Three and a Half Stars)
U.S.: Brenda Chapman/Mark Andrews/Steve Purcell, 2012 (Buena Vista)
Brave is a beautifully visualized, funny, sometimes blisteringly exciting Pixar cartoon fairytale about a wee Scottish lassie who grows up into a feisty, flame-haired adventuress who shoots off great big arrows and battles bears and witches and boisterous clansmen. It’s Pixar‘s first venture into pop feminist myth-making (their first girl protagonist) and though the heroine Merida may be a Disney princess, in the lineage of Snow White and Cinderella (and Rapunzel), she’s been given a modernist Pixar twist: She refuses to be shackled to one of the three doofus princes competing for her hand. She’s her own gal, but she’s also a cutie — and, as far as I‘m concerned, she and Pixar split the bull’s-eye here.
Brave apparently had its production problems. Original writer-director Brenda Chapman was replaced in mid-shoot by writer-director Mark Andrews. (Along with writer-director Steve Purcell, they all get credit.) But whoever did what, the results are mostly smashing. Brave was made with the innovation of classic Pixar, the rich visual beauty of classic Disney, some of the snap and snazz of a vintage Chuck Jones or Friz Freleng Looney Tune, and all the wit and intelligence and warmth we get fairly regularly these days from animated features.
Brave has been criticized for being too much like classic Disney, which is true, and what of it? Even so, the movie deliberately subverts and plays with the very traditions it celebrates. Brave’s heroine, Merida, may be a princess, but she isn’t waiting around for the someday her prince will come. (Not that they don’t come anyway, in all their doofusness.) We see her first in the ravishing medieval Scottish highlands: an adorable semi-realistic 3D cartoon child (voiced by Peigi Barker), scared of nothing — not the huge bow and arrow her huge dad Fergus (voiced by Billy Connolly) hands her, nor the behemoth of a horse she rides around on. Time passes and she becomes a tough but charming gal (voiced from then on by Kelly Macdonald, of Trainspotting and No Country for Old Men), with a great frizzy gorgeous tangle of wild red hair that flops and swirls around her face in true Disney cartoon grandeur as she happily rebels against convention — sometimes assisted by her three scamp red-haired teensy triplet brothers.
There’s something that does swerve her of course a little: and that’s the list of proprieties demanded by her gentle but firm mother Queen Elinore (the great Emma Thompson), a strict maternalist who instructs her in all matters of princessy behavior. Elinore is responsible for those three stooges showing up to win her hand: the initially unappetizing sons of Lord Dingwall (Callum O‘Neill), Lord Macintosh (Craig Ferguson) and Kevin McKidd as Lord McGuffin (a Hitchcock allusion, I suppose). Elinore is the un-enabler to this Daddy’s Girl, besides being the apple of the eye of the fearsome huge boisterous Fergus. It’s Elinor’s mind that Merida is trying to change when she charges off on her gigantic steed to the deep forest, chases a conga line of shining will-of-the-wisps to a Stonehenge that suddenly morphs into a witch‘s hut (someone here has maybe seen Throne of Blood), with an irascible, sneaky old witch (Julie Walters, spouting topical gags galore). The witch offers Merida what she wants: a potion that’s supposed to change the queen’s thinking. But actually…
SPOILER ALERT (highlight to read)
….But actually turns Elinore into a big Mama Bear, who can’t speak, only grrr, and has to run around the castle and forest and hide because Fergus hates bears (having lost a limb to one). Elinore is utterly mortified. (The animators depict bear mortification as it‘s never been done before.) But she’s also increasingly bearish and forgetful of her humanity, and, according to the witch, who has decamped from the forest and left word by computer-cauldron, Elinore will become forever a bear if Merida doesn’t come up with something in two days. Okay, now you know, and Disney insisted on this Spoiler Alert — though, if most of you weren’t already aware of the Great Bear Twist, I’d be very, very surprised, Still, Disney gave me Dumbo when I was ten, so I figure I owe them something. And you’ll be amazed at the suspense they milk out of Mama Bear’s plight.
END OF SPOILER
Summing up: This is a great looking film, and funny too. Merida looks great. Her parents look great. Whatever or whoever it was I just wrote about in the Spoiler Alert looks great too — and so do the triplets and all those boisterous clans and even those three dweebs they try to palm off on Merida. Heck, even the water looks great — and it’s hard to get water right in a cartoon. The movie’s Scotland looks fabulously heart’s-in-the-Highlands-ish, even though it isn’t the real Scotland, but somebody’s dream Scotland. I had a fine, boisterous, high old time at Brave, and a lot of others will too, even if it doesn’t break new cartoon ground—as if it had to.
Yes, I will grant you, this movie is not quite as good as Wall-E, or Up, or Finding Nemo, or the Toy Story Trilogy or a few other Pixars I could name, or the stuff from Hayao Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli they import. But so what? Pixar, and Disney/Pixar’s Lasseter now find themselves in the kind of curious position Orson Welles occupied for much of the last half of his career, when Citizen Kane was accorded its due position as an all time masterpiece and the greatest film ever made (which it was) and everything else he did afterwards suffered by comparison. But listen, if I can’t get great Pixar, I’m happy enough with good Pixar, and Brave is better than good.
I don’t even think it’s impossible the movie Brave may do some good. Maybe some little girl of six or eight, from some poor family in some small town or poor city neighborhood will look at it — some little prospective artist or scientist or teacher, some singer or lawyer or doctor or actress or writer or whatever, and say to herself: That was neat. I don’t want to get stuck with a doofus either. I want to explore my options and by Gosh, I will. You go, Merida.
Well, maybe. Dumbo did a lot for me. So, unless you’re determined to be mean to beautiful, feisty, adventurous little red-headed princesses, I think you can feel safe seeing this one, with kids or not. I liked it. Just watch out for the bears — especially the enchanted ones. (Oh. Sorry. Spoiler alert.)
Extras: Bonus features.