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Ratatouille
For reasons that will take some amount of time for me to passively figure out, Ratatouille, which I saw with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
classicaljunkie at the Boston Common multiplex last night, was such an elemental force of a movie that it left tears running down my face through most of its running time. The last time I reacted to a film this way was when I saw The Fellowship of the Ring in late 2001. Make of this what you will.
It is the best filmic implementation of follow your bliss that I've ever seen, a celebratory portrayal of the artistic obsession which I could really identify with, and nevermind that I can barely make spaghetti. I'm still feeling mushy just thinking back on it, it was so perfect and wonderful. Really.
classicaljunkie at the Boston Common multiplex last night, was such an elemental force of a movie that it left tears running down my face through most of its running time. The last time I reacted to a film this way was when I saw The Fellowship of the Ring in late 2001. Make of this what you will.It is the best filmic implementation of follow your bliss that I've ever seen, a celebratory portrayal of the artistic obsession which I could really identify with, and nevermind that I can barely make spaghetti. I'm still feeling mushy just thinking back on it, it was so perfect and wonderful. Really.
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