I’m not a Roald Dahl guy. James and the Giant Peach creeped me out. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang scared the hell out of me. Fantastic Mr. Fox, while technically adept, had me looking at my watch.
The film, a masterpiece of stop-motion photography, follows the stupendously selfish Mr. Fox as he puts his family and community through his mid-fox-life crisis. But it never gave me a reason to identify with the eponymous fox, however fantastic he purports to be. It never gave me anything I could use to hook into the story and lose myself there.
Technical wizardry’s great and all, but story is everything. Roald Dahl just isn’t my kind of storyteller. There was nothing for me in the world of the Fantastic Mr. Fox.
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