In Paris, the mouse is always the mouse

Jevon 2022-04-19 09:01:14

What the film wants to convey is an idealized vision of art that can transcend or even break classes. The problem that Remy has been struggling with in the first part of the film is that he is a non-human (proletarian) and wants to become a human (bourgeois) through cooking (art creation), but what he sees about the rat herd and human beings Reality makes it realize that it is impossible for a rat (proletarian) to become a human (assets), so Remy chooses the third path, which is to do neither, but to be a rat who creates art (with bourgeois proletariat). So here it is not that the proletariat is corrupted into the bourgeoisie, but that art breaks the barrier between the two, and the way to break the boundary between the two is shown in the part where the gourmet Hugo tastes the food, one (with a proletarian character) ) mice created a delicious dish that reminded him of the good old days of his childhood, which means that artistic creation does not contain any politics and class, which makes Hugo no longer regard it as a As a mouse, and as an artist, the class division has disappeared, but only at the artistic level, the real class division still exists (the restaurant was forced to close after being found to be infested with rats). Therefore, what the film wants to convey is indeed an idealistic vision, but at the same time it also implicitly implies that in Paris, the boundary between mice and people is always there

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  • Mustafa: [taking Ego's order] Do you know what you'd like this evening, sir?

    Anton Ego: Yes, I think I do. After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new cook, you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?

    Mustafa: With what, sir?

    Anton Ego: Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?

    Mustafa: I am, uh...

    Anton Ego: Very well. Since you're all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this BLOODY TOWN, I'll make you a deal. You provide the food, I'll provide the perspective, which would go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.

    Mustafa: I'm afraid... your dinner selection?

    Anton Ego: [stands up angrily] Tell your chef Linguini that I want whatever he dares to serve me. Tell him to hit me with his best SHOT.

  • Remy: Hey, I brought you something to...

    [sees Emile eating garbage]

    Remy: AH! NO, NO, NO, NO! SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW!

    [Emile obeys]

    Remy: [sighs] I have *got* to teach you about food. Close your eyes.

    [Emile obeys; Remy holds out piece of cheese]

    Remy: Now take a bite of thi...

    [Emile snarfs the cheese]

    Remy: [whacking him on the head] Ack! No, no, no! Don't just hork it down!

    Emile: Too late.