WALL•E
Grade: A –
Director: Andrew Stanton
Starring the voices of: Ben Burtt, Elissa Knight, Jeff Garlin, Fred Willard, Sigourney Weaver, and John Ratzenberger
MPAA Rating: G
Running Time: 1 hour, 37 minutes
While it builds toward a typical yet wonderously starry-eyed finale, the opening act of WALL•E is the most audacious, haunting, and brilliant offering in Pixar Studio’s latest animated masterpiece. The creators of the sun-bathed pastiches in Toy Story, Cars, and Monsters, Inc. dare to open a summer kids’ extravaganza with panoramic renderings of a bleak, apocalyptic future, where life has either been snuffed out on or altogether abandoned the third rock from the Sun. Pillars of refuse rise higher than the ruins of ancient skyscrapers, and Rubik’s Cubes and sporks are the relics of a distant civilization. A rocket that later blasts into outer space must first plow through an atmospheric layer of satellites and space junk that has completely enveloped the planet.
Simply put, the villain in the most enterprising Pixar film to date is humankind itself. More specifically, it is rank consumerism, epitomized by a Wal-Mart doppelganger named “Buy n Large” that, centuries ago, literally littered Earth into uninhabitability and then shanghaied the world’s population onto a giant space cruise liner, where a 5-year sojourn turned into a 700-year odyssey of corporate mind-control and sloth wrought by technological creature comforts.
Back on Earth, a robot named WALL•E (short for Waste Allocation Load Lifter: Earth-Class) is the last operative model of his kind, a mini trash compacter whose unending clean-up directive is interrupted by a visit from a fem-bot probe named EVE (Extra-Terrestrial Vegetation Evaluator). With a nod to the Biblical derivation of her acronym, EVE is searching for any renewed signs on life in this derelict
Virtually the entire first-half of the film is sans spoken dialogue, but the elaborate array of electronic beeps and synthesized communication (the product of Ben Burtt, who conceived the “voice” of R2-D2 three decades ago) between WALL•E, EVE, and the other robotic misfits back on the BNL mother spaceship carries an innocent, childlike charm that makes the normal human discourse sound almost antiquated by comparison. The always indomitable Pixar animation is especially resplendent and occasionally majestic, partly thanks to the unexpected contribution of visual consultant and Oscar-winning cinematographer Roger Deakins.
Moreover, a Kubrickian pathos and intelligence permeate the entire production, from the perpendicular evolutionary arc between man and machine (2001: A Space Odyssey) to the suppression of man’s innate nature for the sake of supposed societal progress (A Clockwork Orange). The moment man, long since bloated into a state of immobility by an incessant diet of milkshakes, hover-chairs, and data streams, stands upright for the first time in centuries – to overthrow his HAL-esque computer overlord, no less – is accompanied by the iconic introduction to Strauss’ “Also sprach Zarathustra.” If only in spirit, this is the film A.I., originally a Stanley Kubrick concept before Stephen Spielberg diluted and completed it, should have been.
There are obvious influences of old
Neil Morris
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