Alexie 2022-04-19 09:01:33
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Kailey 2021-10-22 14:40:19
The film made me feel the cruelty of loneliness, and it told us to dare to face loneliness, so as to give us a mental preparation to get along with loneliness. Retro style, without gorgeous computer technology rendering, everything looks so simple. The perspective of the animation satirizes the arrogance and arrogance of human beings. But in the final analysis, it is still a yearning for a wild, natural, and poetic pastoral life. Human beings have been bound for too long in the world they have built.
Coby 2022-04-23 07:01:31
It feels like Wes Anderson's best work. His style matches the animation so much, it's almost flawless from any point of view. After transplanting the midlife crisis into animals, his work becomes wilder and more borderless, sometimes even thinking of Mad Max (unprovoked association). There are several aspects of human chasing animals that are brilliant, and some camera shifts that are somehow more pleasing to the eye than movies in the human world. Finally, the fox father waved goodbye to the wolf, saying goodbye to his youth as a fox, and also saying goodbye to his second work, youth and youth, the familiar fist-raising movement, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Badger: In summation, I think you just got to not do it, man. That's all.
Mr. Fox: I understand what you're saying, and your comments are valuable, but I'm gonna ignore your advice.
Badger: The cuss you are.
Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?
Badger: No, you cussing with me?
Mr. Fox: Don't cussing point at me!
Badger: If you're gonna cuss with somebody, you're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss!
Mr. Fox: You're not gonna cuss with me!
[Both start snarling at each other, and then settle down]
Mr. Fox: Just buy the tree.
Badger: Okay.
[Coach Skip is teaching Kristofferson the rules of Whackbat]
Coach Skip: Basically, there's three grabbers, three taggers, five twig runners, and a player at Whackbat. Center tagger lights a pine cone and chucks it over the basket and the whack-batter tries to hit the cedar stick off the cross rock. Then the twig runners dash back and forth until the pine cone burns out and the umpire calls hotbox. Finally, you count up however many score-downs it adds up to and divide that by nine.
Kristofferson: Got it.
