Last weekend I took my daughter to see the animated movie Ratatouille, and I was blown away. I’d expected a light PG romp about Disneyfied animals who have crazy adventures in Paris. I didn’t realize I was going to be treated to a meditation on creativity and artistic expression in a subtle and highly mature way.
For those who haven’t seen it, Ratatouille is the story of Remy, a rat born with a sophisticated palate. Unfortunately rats aren’t picky about their food–they eat to live, after all, not live to eat, and his finicky tastebuds are misunderstood by his rat-pack. In a series of events, he’s separated from the pack and forced to survive on the streets of Paris. There he befriends a talentless pot-scrubber and transforms him into a master chef by controlling him via his hair (don’t ask, just see the movie).