Holy hell, do I have a new favorite Preston Sturges film?
Watching someone fail to live out their wildest fantasies will always be one of cinema’s great pleasures.
The most surprising and sincere animated film since Ernest and Celestine. What a revelation, and what an insane prospect to distribute in the US, but let's just imagine that children aren't fucking morons for a second and give them credit for being able to understand real nuance in life and death.
There's an expectation of nostalgia embedded into a film like this, yet at seemingly every turn, a fresh horror comes around the bend and reminds you of those formative misdeeds that shook you into realizing you're not the center of the world. Yet if you just look at the surface, idyllic is what you may still find. That's memory for ya.