Last night, for the first time in years, I watched with my son, Ryan. We both love the movie and have seen it many times, but this is the first time we've watched it in high-def on a nice TV. As such, we saw two posters that we had never noticed before.
A poster in beatnik Dean's house:
A poster in Hogarth's room:
Ah, the greatness of high-def. Speaking of great, here's Roger Ebert's review of The Iron Giant, one of the best animated dramas ever produced in the U.S.
The Iron Giant: Reviewed by Roger Ebert
Imagine E.T. as a towering metal man,
and you have some of the appeal of , an enchanting
animated feature about a boy who makes friends with a robot from outer space.
The giant crash-lands on a 1957 night when America is peering up at the speck
of Sputnik in the sky, and munches his way through a Maine village, eating TV
antennas and cars, until he finds a power plant. That's where young Hogarth
Hughes finds him.
Hogarth is a 9-year-old who lives with his single
mom (Jennifer Aniston) and dreams of having a pet. She says they make too much
of a mess around the house, little dreaming what a 100-foot robot can get up
to. One night Hogarth discovers their TV antenna is missing and follows the
Iron Giant's trail to the power plant, where he saves the robot from
electrocution after it chomps on some live wires. That makes the giant his
friend forever, and now all Hogarth has to do is keep the robot a secret from
his mom and the federal government.
The Iron Giant is still another example
of the freedom that filmmakers find in animation: This would have been a $100
million live-action special-effects movie, but it was made for a fraction of
that cost because the metal man is drawn, not constructed. And here is a family
movie with a message: a Cold War parable in which the Iron Giant learns from a
little boy that he is not doomed to be a weapon because "you are what you
choose to be." The movie is set in the 1950s because that's the decade
when science fiction seemed most preoccupied with nuclear holocaust and
invaders from outer space. It includes a hilarious cartoon version of the
alarming "Duck and Cover" educational film, in which kids were
advised to seek shelter from H-bombs by hiding under their desks. And the
villain is a Cold Warrior named Kent Mansley (voice by Christopher McDonald), a
G-man who of course sees the Iron Giant as a subversive plot and wants to blast
it to pieces.
That political parable is buried beneath a lot of
surface charm; the film's appeal comes from its "E.T."-type story
about a boy trying to hide an alien from his mom. The Iron Giant is
understandably too big to conceal in the closet, but there's a funny sequence
where Hogarth brings the creature's hand into the house, and it scampers around
like a disobedient dog.
Like the new Japanese animated films, The Iron
Giant is happy to be a "real movie" in everything but live
action. There are no cute little animals and not a single musical number: It's
a story, plain and simple. The director, Brad Bird, is a Simpsons veteran whose visual look here, much more complex than "The
Simpsons," resembles the "clear line" technique of Japan's Hayao
Miyazaki (My Neighbor Totoro). It works as a lot of animation does,
to make you forget from time to time that these are moving drawings, because
the story and characters are so compelling.
As for the Iron Giant himself, he's surprisingly
likable. He can't speak English at first, but is a quick study, and like E.T.
combines great knowledge with the naivete of a stranger in a puzzling land. His
voice is by Vin Diesel and sounds like it has been electronically lowered. He
looks unsophisticated--something like a big Erector Set construction with a
steam-shovel mouth--but as we get to know him he turns into a personality
before our very eyes--a big lunk we feel kind of sorry for. By the big climax
(which, also like E.T., involves a threat from bureaucrats and
technocrats), we're hoping Hogarth can help save his friend once again.
It must be tough to get a movie like this made.
Disney has the traditional animation market locked up, but other studios seem
willing to throw money at Disney musical look-alikes (like The King and
I) even though they might have a better chance moving in the opposite
direction--toward real stories told straight. The Iron Giant, based
on a book by the recently deceased British poet laureate Ted Hughes, is not
just a cute romp but an involving story that has something to say.
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