what Wall-E does really well: it reminds me that it's
not that fucking hard to make a great movie. All you need is
to want to make one. Okay, there are incompetent boobs who want
that but compromise their vision too many times, or just don't
have a vision or imagination to begin with. People who do have
ideas, though, and surround themselves with the tools and support
to bring those ideas to life, can go about as far as they want.
first thing you need to make a great movie: a decent idea. Not
one that's been done to death, and not one that starts out as
"I could make a shitload of money if I..." It doesn't need to
be a great idea; it'll get there if you stick with a decent
one long enough. Just don't let any grassfuckers talk you into
adding a talking dog, dancing Coke cans or using only Dodge
trucks. The second thing you need is to surround yourself with
a lot of people who are both creative and willing to tell you
when you're being an idiot or asshole. For me, personally, this
is the point where my dreams fall apart. The only time I can
stomach being told I'm an asshole is when I'm drunk, and the
accuser is drunk, and then we both agree that I am an asshole
and write a plan for how to fix me on a wet cocktail napkin,
which I later piss on and lose. I don't mind that so much.
surround yourself with the financial and technical wherewithal
to bring your idea to screen without compromise. For that, you
need some bigshot muckety-mucks with deep pockets to believe
in you, or to believe they can spin financial magic from whatever
you come up with. The thing is, you have to keep yourself and
your idea away from them at all times during incubation. Think
it up and sit on it until it hatches without letting them get
their greasy paws all over it.
that's pretty close to how Wall-E got made. It's just
pretty fucking great, so pure of mission and visually perfect
that obviously no dimwitted starfucking Hollywood meatheads
got mixed up in its making with their shit-for-brains formulas
for commercial security. I imagine it represents the true storyteller's
fantasy of his idea reaching the screen the way he wanted, or
with improvements he approved along the way to the screen. The
movie is devoid of the Hollywood taffy-pull of uplifting messages,
bankable stars, marketable toys and paralyzing fear that someone
might be offended.
a small, curious robot who looks part E.T. and part that cloying
robot from Short Circuit. He has been left in New York
to clean up all the shit left behind by rampant consumer humans.
They left in a giant cruise-ship-like starcraft after their
waste and debris made the planet uninhabitable. Wall-E has been
at his job for 700 years, long after all the other robots like
him crumbled and failed. He has a pet cockroach and a copy of
Hello Dolly to keep him company, but he's lonely. Watching
that old musical makes his heart ache for someone to be with.
That seemed a bit strange to me, because the one time I sat
through it my urge was to go be by myself and shoot myself in
the face. What I don't know about Wall-E is whether he could
always feel emotion, or whether he adapted after 700 years alone.
Maybe if the Harelip spent 700 years alone he would finally
feel something that approximated a real feeling, too.
desolation is interrupted when a probe is sent to Earth searching
for signs of life. It's a Apple-product looking sleek-white
egg-shaped probe named Eve who's as female as a robot gets,
I guess. I don't know, she was sort of hot. She would have been
even hotter with big, pendulous boobs that quivered upon reentry.
I suppose that would have changed the movie, though. Regardless,
she's hot enough that Wall-E brings her back to the ruined metal
hull he calls home and shows her all the cool things he's found
over the years: lighttbulbs, lighters, toys, bric-a-brac, a
Rubik's Cube, and a tiny plant he found growing among the junk
is exactly what Eve came for; a sign of life. She confiscates
it, shuts down, and waits to be retrieved, leaving Wall-E lonely
and sad once again. Although, now he at least has a frigid computer
to hold hands with. Man, I know the feeling some nights. Once
Eve is retrieved, Wall-E joins her by clinging to the outside
of the rocket ship as it returns to the starcraft.
was meant to be in space for only five years while robots scrubbed
Earth clean and made it ready for another wave of crass consumerism.
It's been up there for 700 because our planet was ruined more
than anyone thought by plastic cups and styrofoam coolers. Nobody
onboard seems to mind, though, especially not the captain, whose
job has been reduce by autosystems to a morning announcement.
The space residents have become complacent and doughy by allowing
the robots of a faceless corporation do everything for them.
They're so fat and lazy they rely on electric chairs to move,
consume all their meals from disposable cups and don't even
know there is a pool on the ship. So, sort of like being at
a Wal-Mart, or a Carnival Cruise. Wall-E's faceless corporation
wants everyone to be fat and lazy. It makes them better consumers,
and more eager to buy whatever crap is offered without discriminating.
is as lazy as the passengers, but the discovery of life prompts
him to explore an Earth he's never been on, and spurs a sense
of need to return. The starcarft was once programmed to return
as soon as life was found. However, those plans were scuttled
and now the autosystems try to keep the ship in outer space
forever. What results is a battle between the systems programmed
to keep people fat and happy and the genuine human desire to
go home, even if it is partially from Wall-E.
isn't necessarily a children's movie, what with it being about
the end of the world. There are better ways to prepare your
children for that, like the Step-Into-Reading classic One,
Two, Three, Four Horsemen at the Door. There's enough in
it to entertain a tiny person, but they'll be missing a few
layers of the story and just laughing when robots fall down.
Well, shit, a lot of adults will be doing that, too. Even more
than The Incredibles, Pixar has made a cartoon meant
I also bet
a lot of clueless dumbasses will claim it to be the feel-good
hit of the summer, or hilarious, or whatever other cliches people
use when they are too fucking lazy to express themselves. It's
not. It's ultimately a sad movie. Even when the people do return
to Earth, it's only a matter of time before they build it back
into a cesspool. And the whole movie is a parable about our
increasingly convenience-oriented society.
people will be offended because it shows fat people acting fat.
Fuck them. And fuck anyone who doesn't like the message that
you can consume yourself into oblivion. First, that's not a
political sentiment; it's been politicized by assholes with
political agendas, mostly those who want your support in exchange
for their assurance you can be as big a pig as you want and
it'll never affect anything. Second, if you can't enjoy incredibly
well-made movies just because they don't share your opinions,
you're a fucking douche. Grow a thicker skin and get your head
out of Fox News' asshole long enough to appreciate art and diversity.
Probably these same dipshits will label it more Hollywood liberal
propaganda. It's not. The way this movie is not Hollywood-style
in any way, but that fact will be lost on those people.
is melancholy and bittersweet. There are slapstick moments,
but almost all of them have some deeper and sadder meaning.
It's also ridiculously beautiful; more than other Pixar movies,
even. A dry and filthy Earth feels real enough to touch and
to coat your mouth with dust. Wall-E is a robot, yet he has
way more personality than Hollywood's other robot, Tom Cruise.
It's subtle and touching how much he wants to feel loved.
I only have
two gripes with the movie, and they're both mostly minor. First,
after 20 minutes or so I got the message about fat people, complacency
and the deep-seated need of people to do something. That point
gets driven home for forty minutes, though, and I got bored
with the repetition. Second, when the lardasses return to Earth,
they all are eager to get to work making the planet livable
again. That's bullshit. The fatties I see using electric karts
at my local Safeway can't be bothered to wipe the chips off
their laps. There is no fucking way they'll want to take on
the challenge of cleaning an entire planet. The movie should
end with them demanding to be taken back into space for their
never-ending cruise. Four Fingers for Wall-E.
to tell Filthy Something?