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FINDING NEMO / Malcontent's Mark: B+

May 30, 2003

Featuring the voices of:
Marlin: Albert Brooks
Dory: Ellen DeGeneres
Gill: Willem Dafoe
Pelican: Geoffrey Rush

Written and directed by Andrew Stanton.
Rated G

I’ve always considered the anthropomorphizing of animals one of the most entertaining things in the world.  Show me live-action footage of a squirrel waterskiing, and you’re guaranteed to see me break into uncontrollable laughter.  But it’s got to have a whiff of realism and lend at least a modicum of dignity to the animal kingdom.  In the spectrum of Hollywood’s animal characterizations, you have Babe as the high watermark, with its nuanced, realistic depictions of farm animals, and at the lower end there’s the dopey Thumper from Bambi, tapping its hand paw like a sycophantic Furby.

I’ve also had an odd fascination with oceans.  I grew up on the Great Lakes, but many nights I would lie awake imagining how a little jaunt up the St. Lawrence River from Lake Ontario would lead to the Atlantic Ocean.  And now, all grown up and living on my own, I can say that Puget Sound is practically my backyard. 

Understandably, this fascination with the ocean also includes its myriad sea-life.  You could say I’m fond of fish - I had an aquarium during most of my college years, fishing has always been one of my favorite pastimes, and I consider the grilled salmon one of the finer choices on the menu.   I’ve also loved movies involving sea life; I practically wet myself watching seafaring spectacles like Jaws and The Perfect Storm

So it may come as a surprise that the new Pixar film, a fish story called Finding Nemo left me a little cold.

The story unfolds on warm-water shelf along Australia’s Great Barrier Reef where we meet infant clownfish Nemo and his doting parents.  As typical in a Disney film, there is a horrifying death in the family.  And soon after the death, there is a kidnapping, which sets in motion the perilous adventure of the father clownfish trying to retrieve his son.  It doesn’t sound like kid stuff on paper, but the animation is bright and colorful, and the action zips along at a pace that keeps the disturbing subtext safely submerged beneath the colorful palette. 

Of course, I marveled at the cutting edge animation of Finding Nemo - that’s not where the movie left me cold.  Pixar has always been a reliable powerhouse of computer animation, always innovative and for the most part, consistently crowd-pleasing.  Their Toy Story clearly showed computer animation as the sublimely perfect medium for depicting the plastic world of toys.  And in Nemo, the animation remains a marvel.  It’s been said that water is the most difficult natural substance to render in animation, but Pixar successfully evokes a convincing underwater environment that is slightly murky, as it should be.  The score provides majesty to the ocean images; the music, deep and sonorous with plucks from a harp, is quite appropriate for the underwater odyssey. 

The filmmakers infuse the ocean adventure with story elements that border on the sublime.  We learn that seagulls are actually saying “Mine!” each time they squawk, their little brains focused only on food.  And at one point, the heroes are trapped in the body of a whale, thus continuing the narrative device from Pinocchio

And fortunately for the filmmakers, voice characterization for animation has somehow become de rigueur for Hollywood’s upper echelons.  So Finding Nemo is fortified with the voice talents of Geoffrey Rush, as a pelican, Willem Dafoe as a Moorish Idol fish named Gill, and Albert Brooks as the father clownfish, Marlin.  All three acting talents anthropomorphize their respective critters with playful wit and tender pathos. 

But the most transcendent voice work belongs to Barry Humphries, also known as Dame Edna, voicing Bruce the shark (note the Jaws reference).  Have I already told you about my fascination with sharks?  Imagine my glee when Marlin bumps into Bruce in the middle of a Fish-Eaters Anonymous group.  The group, including a hammerhead and a bull shark, chants slogans about abstaining from their carnivorous ways.  There’s a witty moment when there’s a scuffle among the sharks and a tendril of blood slips up Bruce’s nostril, his pupils dilate like the junkies in Requiem for a Dream.  He instinctively tries to devour Marlin and company and gives chase through a sunken WWII submarine.

As Pixar journeys forth from their Toy Story classics, into the worlds of bugs in 1998’s A Bug’s Life and now sea life in Finding Nemo, they are beginning to show the limitations of their animation.  Through the years, they wisely have never attempted to show humans or trees with any authenticity.  Go back to first Toy Story, and you’ll see how the trees and humans could have also been manufactured by Mattel.  Although Finding Nemo’s life on the coral reef is vivid and bursting with color, there’s a distinct lack of the sea’s flitting beauty.  I longed for the simple majesty of the live-action animal epics Winged Migration and Microcosmos.

And too many of Nemo’s characters resemble saccharine cutesy Pokemon-type characters, especially the young octopi - a near exact imitation of that repellent pink Pokemon known as Jigglypuff.  And after being kidnapped, Nemo is “imprisoned” in the aquarium where he meets up with an assortment of plucky, but forgettable characters.  If you can recite the names of the aquarium gang, other than Dafoe’s Gill, then you were able be pay much closer attention than I could.

And if you step back and take closer look at the story, you’ll see that it’s only half full.  The eye-popping animation works to distract you from the simple fact that Finding Nemo’s story is actually rather flat and artificially sentimental.  Marlin is accompanied by a scatterbrained blue tang named Dory, voiced by Ellen DeGeneres, who constantly misdirects him.  I often found DeGeneres’ Memento-style memory loss problem a groan-inducing affair that mostly just worked to introduce new obstacles in poor Marlin’s quest for his son.  Sure, DeGeneres gets in some pretty funny lines, like murmuring “sea monkeys stole my money” while talking in her sleep, but for the most part, her character’s purpose is to unforgivably impede Marlin’s progress. 

And this annoying Nemo ingredient is almost forgivable compared to the sea turtles interlude.  Dory and Marlin unfortunately befriend a sea turtle named Crush, voiced by Nemo’s director Andrew Stanton.  His surfer dude schtick wears thin within seconds.  How many times have we heard surfer-speak like, “We were like ‘Woah!’ and you were like ‘Woah!’ and I was like ‘Woah!’”?

Perhaps I’m too swept up in realistically rendered ocean tales to review Finding Nemo fairly.  I can easily say that Pixar still continues to raise the bar for what computer animation can do.  But judging from Finding Nemo and 2001’s Monster, Inc., Pixar still has a long way to go to catch up to the sheer brilliance of DreamWorks’ Shrek.  
 

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Bryan Stumpf.
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