So my cousin and I went to see Ponyo earlier this week at the local multiplex. Before the movie started, we were treated to a pair of portentous trailers.
First up: Spike Jonze’s adaptation of Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are.
Pretty amazing, huh? As far as trailers go, they don’t get much better than this. The visuals are beautiful and the music is great (Arcade Fire’s “Wake Up,”). I give it a solid A-.
Next up: Wes Anderson’s adaptation of Roald Dahl’s Fantastic Mr. Fox.
Another good one with some genuinely funny lines. I love the stop-motion, and the voice talent is an embarrassment of riches. B+
All in all, there’s a lot to be excited about in these two movies:
1. Two of my favorite childhood books are being brought to the big screen.
2. In the wake of this tragedy/abomination/rape of childhood joy, it helps to know that these stories are in the hands of imaginative directors with great track records.
3. Both directors co-wrote their screenplays with upper-echelon co-writers. Anderson teamed up with his former collaborator, Noah Baumbach, who also happens to have written the best screenplay of the 21st century. Jonze wrote the WtWTA script with help from one of my favorite novelists, Dave Eggers, of McSweeney’s fame. Eggers has also written a companion novel to the film, which seems to have departed significantly (and probably necessarily) from the rather simplistic plot of Sendak’s book. An excerpt was published in The New Yorker, and they’ve made it available online. Check it out. I did, and I was pleased.
4. The sheer amount of acting and voice talent is dizzying: Meryl Streep, George Clooney, Bill Murray, James Gandolfini, Owen Wilson, Adrien Brody, Jason Schwartzman, Willem Dafoe, Anjelica Huston, Michael Gambon, Paul Dano, Catherine O’Hara, Mark Ruffalo, Catherine Keener, Brian Cox, chef Mario Batali, and and former Pulp frontman Jarvis Cocker. Whew.
5. Cocker’s also written a few songs for the FMF soundtrack. He released a solo album this year, “Further Complications,” that I have to recommend. The song, “Leftovers” is about an old man wooing a younger woman at a museum of paleontology, and it’s my favorite song of the year so far.
The score for WtWTA is being produced by none other than the incomparable Karen O. of Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, with help from members of The Raconteurs, Queens of the Stone Age, and Deerhunter.
Add it all up and you have two upcoming releases that boast maximum appeal to me, and every other semi-hipster, 20-something moviegoer on the planet. The indie kids wouldn’t line up any faster if Conor Oberst was fellating himself while riding a retro-bike.
I’m sure I’ll see both movies on opening night, and I’m sure I’ll love them both.
Still, I have misgivings.
On one level, I’m totally excited to see credible directors deeming children worthy of their attention, and there are few stories as deserving of a renaissance as these two. But, on another level, I have to ask myself whom these movies are actually targeting, and what that means about these movies and the industry as a whole.
I seem to be in the minority on this. The vast majority of reactions I’ve seen to these movies has been overwhelmingly positive, expressing pleasure in the maturation of the children’s film industry. As Kyle Buchanan asks on Movieline,
Are we seeing a resurgence of children’s films that don’t feel the need to talk down to their audience (and don’t feel the best way to lure parents is with increasingly dated pop cultural references)?
Maybe so. It is nice to see that we’ve moved on from the days when “Shrek” seemed like the pinnacle of the juvenile cinema. Still, I have to ask a question in response: Before we worry about how these movies address their audience, do we (or they for that matter) even know which audience that is?
Now, I’m not saying there’s no way for a movie to appeal to both adults and children. I am saying that there are times when an artist has to make decisions to satisfy his intended audience at the expense of alienating another demographic. Sure, the greatest works are probably among the most inclusive, but in this case—films seemingly intended for children—a completely inclusive approach might not be the best.
The issue at hand might be fundamentally an economic one. It’s no secret that kids movies make bank. In 2008, none of the ten highest grossing films were rated R, and four of them were animated children’s movies. So, it makes sense for the industry to move in that direction. The catch? Kids don’t buy movie tickets—their parents do. A balancing act is required—parents must be wooed and children must be satisfied. One balance-method is the Shrek approach—shifting back and forth from one audience to the next, alternatively pandering in different generational directions. The result, in my opinion, usually seems inorganic and forced. Another option is the WtWTA model: make movies for adults, but make them imaginative and innocuous enough that they’ll take their kids. Is it an improvement? Sure. Is it the best possible direction for juvenile cinema? Maybe not.
This didn’t seem as obvious to me until after I’d finished “Ponyo”.
Hayao Miyazaki earned himself a lifelong pass to my good graces a long time ago. Not all his movies have been masterpieces, but they’re all good, and his best are more inventive and charming than really anything else. Spirited Away is my fourth favorite movie of all-time, and My Neighbor Totoro could be ranked almost as high. Both movies are engaging mixtures of Japanese folklore, subtly brilliant animation, and imagination in spades, and both are intended primarily for children. I emphasize “primarily,” because Miyazaki’s movies for children, especially Spirited Away, have typically featured heavy, symbolic undertones, which most young viewers would not be expected to observe or process. Don’t get me wrong—the symbolism was never heavy-handed, and I think, for the most part, children were always able to pick up on the most important themes.
Ponyo was different, and though not as wholly impressive as Miyazaki’s best works, it perhaps says more about his unique talents than any movie he has made. There is not a thing in Ponyo that I don’t think the average child could understand. That isn’t to say it’s simple. As always, Miyazaki refuses to fall into the Disney trap of arbitrarily classifying characters into rigid categories of heroes and villains. His characters are acting under complex, often contradictory motivations, making them seem highly realistic, despite the surreal animation. Conflict and suspense arise as characters are tried and tested, not by uncaring forces of evil that must be vanquished, but by the limits of their own passions and fears, and the great, fundamental neutrality of the universe. Likewise, Miyazaki gives his audience more credit than most directors would, refusing to spell things out any more than necessary. The result is a movie that treasures the inexplicability of magic, which Miyazaki seems to believe children intuit on a gut level. I think he’s right.
There’s no darkness in Ponyo—no room for ironic detachment. If you are willing to do your best to part the neurotic clouds of adulthood and watch it through the eyes of the child you once were (and still are, if you want to get all Zen about it), you will be entertained, taught, and ultimately pleased. Ponyo is proof that the best way to make movies for children is to trust and understand them. Kids will love these movies, because they will speak children’s language fluently; parents will love them for teaching and strengthening the children in their arms and the children in their hearts.
<single tear>