2004 animated superheroics, dir. Brad Bird, Craig T. Nelson, Holly Hunter;
IMDb /
allmovie.
What does a superhero do when superheroes are illegal?
This feels a lot like a midlife crisis film. Sure, Mr Incredible
has moved from superhero to lousy office worker because superheroics
have been banned rather than because he got old, but an awful lot of
the feel of this film is pointing up the boringness of responsible
adult life versus the fun of independent youth. (Brad Bird was 36 when
he got the idea for the core plot, trying to juggle family with a
filmmaking career going through a bit of a slump, and 47 when the film
was released.)
Watching now it's important to remember that this was 2004 and every
second film wasn't about superheroes; it wasn't quite such a tired and
overdone idea as it looks to me from here in 2023. In fact what we get
here feels very much like the same sort of delay one often sees with
SF moving from book to film: someone falls in love with a particular
author or story concept as a teenager, spends the next thirty years
working his (almost always his) way up the film production hierarchy
until he can finally get some say in what's made, and what he wants
made is the thing he remembers from when he was a kid and could still
get excited about stuff. What we have here is a Silver Age comics
sensibility, in which we can have great big energetic battles and
people complain about property damage but nobody gets hurt. (Except
bad guys, some of whom very clearly die but nobody cares.)
(From a technical perspective this was a film that pushed the limits
of what Pixar could do – that's another thing that's largely lost
watching it now, unless you take an interest in the history of
computer animation.)
Bird quotes sixties spy-jinks as one of his inspirations, and I
confess that I don't see it. Yeah, villain with a secret island lair I
guess, but the ethos is much more modern that you'd see in James Bond
or The Man From U.N.C.L.E.. Still, John Barry was invited to
contribute a score in the classic style… and pointed out that he had
actually moved on musically in the last forty years.
It does what it does. It has its moments (along with everyone else
I'll praise Edna Mode). I think I expected a bit more from a film that
people raved about at the time.
I talk about this film further on
Ribbon of Memes.
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