Ratatouille
Ratatouille: the heart-warming story of a rat who yearns to cook and the hapless human who joins him in an unholy alliance to become the greatest chef in Paris (mwaHAHAHA!). Ah, the magic that is Disney.
Actually, I really like this movie. Saw it in the theater when it first came out, with Small Children in tow. It was hysterical, then; today I can appreciate the storytelling, characterizations and acting (voice-wise). You know, all the stuff you’re supposed to care about when you grow up. Overrated, but it does matter. Sometimes.
Ended up buying it twice around the after-Thanksgiving sales period. (When I say twice, I don’t mean I have two copies or I gave one away as a gift. I mean I bought one at Target for $19.99 just before the sales, then bought it again for $14 at Target during the sales and returned the more expensive one later. Why go thru all the trouble?, you ask. Just because I have a shopping habit doesn’t mean I will pay retail if I don’t have to. And I’m not sure if Target does price matching on itself. I don’t think they do, especially for special sales. Plus it came with a bonus disc - available only at Target stores. See what I mean?) The only issue I have with Ratatouille is it makes me hungry. Really hungry. Maybe Pixar is just that good or the subliminal messages really work on me (or both), but every time I watch this movie, I feel the need to eat something. The rendering of the food are just so…GOOD. I want to eat the screen every time another dish comes up. Over time, I’ve developed the habit of cooking Tostino’s pizzas with mushrooms on top and eating it during my favorite food scenes in the movie. It’s gotten to the point I can’t watch the movie without craving a Combination pizza smothered in criminis or cook one without popping in the movie. It’s a symbiotic relationship I have no problem with.
The Small Children like the movie, too (tho I never watch it when I’m making a Tostino’s. They always ask for some). It’s my go-to film when they’re over and I’m not feeling watching more Sponge Bob or Drake & Josh. The bigger one likes it better than the little one, but that could be because it’s not Cars.
