Friday, April 24, 2009

Wallace and Gromit

We've been watching Nick Park movies at our little cinema lately. We started with Chicken Run, moved on to Wallace & Gromit The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, then went back to see A Close Shave, The Wrong Trousers and A Grand Day Out. Cracking good stuff.

Chicken Run was great, of course, charming and very funny. I loved all the movie references. But I was really looking forward to seeing Wallace and Gromit again. I love those guys. Wallace's mad inventions, his child-like enthusiasm, his very Englishness, are all irresistible. And Gromit is just wonderful. I'm probably not the first person to think that he is Buster Keaton, reincarnated as a plasticine dog. He's the best silent clown since the 20s. Which is saying a lot for what is really just a bit of clay, but his animators have given him such a wonderfully expressive face that you can't help but feel for the little fellow.

The problem is that these movies always make me a bit, er, peckish. Cheddar? A nice bit of Gorgonzola? Ah, that's it. Wensleydale.

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