The plot: In 19th century France, orphan girl Félicie (Elle Fanning) hopes to escape the orphanage and go to Paris to become a ballerina. With the help of her best friend and hopeful inventor Victor (Dane DeHaan), they makes their way to Paris. As they chase their respective dreams, with Félicie accepting help from Odette (Carly Rae Jepson), a caretaker at the Paris Opera Ballet school, she finds herself fighting against rival dancer Camille (Maddie Ziegler) and her mother Regine (Julie Khaner) to keep her dream alive.
The cast here, even with how surprising voice casts can get
with animated features, is definitely up there in terms of people I was never
expecting to be in a film like this. Elle Fanning makes sense, given the fairy
tale undertones of the story, and she does well as the optimistic dreamer main
character. DeHaan, on the other hand, as the bumbling inventor? After seeing
him play the dark and moody loner in films like Chronicle and Amazing
Spider-Man 2, seeing this lighter side of the same coin is a bit off-putting
but, again, he does well with it. Ziegler plays bratty petulance alright, even
if it isn’t entirely entertaining to watch, and Khaner wears her Mom from
Futurama hairstyle with pure contempt oozing out of her voice.
But it’s the role of Odette, Félicie’s eventual tutor and caretaker, that threw me off the most. Remember this obnoxious earworm from a few years back? Well, get used to that voice because Carly Rae is playing Odette. Admittedly, I didn’t pick up on it while watching it, and she is pretty good in her role as the vaguely tragic mentor figure, but since learning that, I can’t help but recall her acting with badly synthesised strings.
But it’s the role of Odette, Félicie’s eventual tutor and caretaker, that threw me off the most. Remember this obnoxious earworm from a few years back? Well, get used to that voice because Carly Rae is playing Odette. Admittedly, I didn’t pick up on it while watching it, and she is pretty good in her role as the vaguely tragic mentor figure, but since learning that, I can’t help but recall her acting with badly synthesised strings.
We’re dealing with a rare outsider in terms of
feature-length animation, this time with French company L’Atelier. Comparisons
to the Hollywood bigwigs feels a bit predictable, but this film honestly does
quite well at standing out on its own. The character designs may be a little too cartoonish for a story that is this
ultimately grounded, but the detailing put into the textures we see is
genuinely quite impressive. It has that same effect as The LEGO Movie, where on
closer inspection you can make out little markings that give more of a tangible
feel.
Attention to detail was certainly going to be a major component of the film, as animated dancing takes considerate effort to look realistic, especially when it comes to something as precise and graceful as ballet. In that regard, L’Atelier do a capital job with the dance sequences and training montages, bringing a certain serenity to the screen that we’re honestly not getting much of nowadays. Sure, you’ve got Laika’s output that shows how patience can yield great results, but otherwise it’s a very hyperactive scene at the moment. Stuff like this has quite a lot of visual merit to it.
Attention to detail was certainly going to be a major component of the film, as animated dancing takes considerate effort to look realistic, especially when it comes to something as precise and graceful as ballet. In that regard, L’Atelier do a capital job with the dance sequences and training montages, bringing a certain serenity to the screen that we’re honestly not getting much of nowadays. Sure, you’ve got Laika’s output that shows how patience can yield great results, but otherwise it’s a very hyperactive scene at the moment. Stuff like this has quite a lot of visual merit to it.
Once we get into the writing, though, things start to turn
sour and it all starts with this film’s sense of humour. Modern animated films
that tout themselves as being family-friendly have a certain… fixation, shall
we say, on slapstick and bodily function jokes. Now, I prescribe to the notion
that any joke, no matter how juvenile or boundary-pushing, can be told well and
these sorts of jokes shouldn’t just be dismissed outright. However, it becomes
a problem here once it becomes apparent how the jokes are being used: Pretty
damn clumsily.
We have Victor bumbling around Paris and crashing into pretty much everything, and that fits in well enough with the tone(?) of the film, but more times than not, the humour feels out-of-place. When Félicie and Victor first arrive in Paris, they are in a fruit crate and end up having to open it from the inside after Victor farts in it; this leads to the initial “Wow, we’re finally here” establishing shot of the city. Jarring is putting it lightly, and the way it keeps being implemented into the story feels forced; it’s like they had to make these jokes and just crammed them into the story wherever they could.
We have Victor bumbling around Paris and crashing into pretty much everything, and that fits in well enough with the tone(?) of the film, but more times than not, the humour feels out-of-place. When Félicie and Victor first arrive in Paris, they are in a fruit crate and end up having to open it from the inside after Victor farts in it; this leads to the initial “Wow, we’re finally here” establishing shot of the city. Jarring is putting it lightly, and the way it keeps being implemented into the story feels forced; it’s like they had to make these jokes and just crammed them into the story wherever they could.
Then again, the story is nothing to write home about to
begin with. There’s nothing technically wrong with it, as it’s serviceable
enough in how it frames Félicie’s progress as a dancer against the obstacles in
her way. It isn’t all that impressive though, and that ultimately comes down to
a pretty basic factor: The one-note and extremely bland characters. Félicie is
the plucky orphan, Victor is a bumbling tinkerer who is stuck in the friend
zone, Odette is the older mentor with a tragic past (that is literally
explained as “she was performing and there was a fire” and that’s all we get),
Camille is the bitter rival who has no redeeming factors whatsoever and her
mother Regine is about as subtle as a Bond villain; the hairdo like Mom from
Futurama doesn’t help that. The characters are based on archetypes that we have
seen many, many times before, except
here there’s no spice to them to make them palatable. Because of this, and
combined with how straight-forward the plot is, it doesn’t register much of a
reaction aside from mild boredom.
All in all, there is some definite merit to this as a visual
work, as its animation and genuine finesse in the dance sequences make for a
nice counterpoint to the usual brightly-coloured and bouncy animation scene of
today. However, the writing ends up letting it down with a fairly basic plot
and some thematically anorexic characters that just smack of what I’ve seen
many, many times before.
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