Animated (might be subtitled, no one knows for sure)
Roger Ebert had a difficult time even describing this film, ultimately pointing out, almost inadvertently, that "most animated features have an almost grotesque desire to be loved." If you stop right there this is the most precise assessment available of The Triplets of Belleville. It doesn’t need anyone to watch it at all, and that level of independence allows it to achieve great heights of deviance and equivalent charm. It is somewhat musical, yet the songs have no real words in them. What crumbs there are of real dialogue are even less productive. The actual words in the movie generally come from one’s own interior monologue; Whoa that dude has hella big thighs. So how come she’s not in the Tour de France? Whaaahahahahaha Lady Liberty looks like Honey Boo Boo! Wish my great aunts were that cool. Well the dog seemed to enjoy it so its okay I guess. Wait, were they Nazis? Cmon frog, get out of there buddy.
|Cheerily violent old ladies||5|
|My kids may need therapy after this||0|
|I may need therapy after this||0|