The Iron Giant

Reviewed by: CalGal

September 22, 1999

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If you blinked you missed this little gem, and that's a shame. The Iron Giant is another noteworthy entry in the astonishing array of quality animated films produced in the last two years,

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as well as the first one that offers a real challenge to Disney in the one area that no other film in this class has approached: genuine emotional contact. Wail as you will about Disney's predictable themes of alienation and acceptance, the regrettable white-bread heroes, the comic sidekicks, the remote or missing father figure, the song content-by-the-numbers. The best Disney animated films all have moments of emotional connection that transcend their two-dimensional origins. No mean achievement, considering that almost no other animated film has managed it in 60 years. Charlotte's Web, which had one of the finest children's story ever written to help it along.

And now, The Iron Giant. It is probably no coincidence that Giant also has quality origins: a Ted Hughes story, written in 1965. Hughes, a poet laureate, wrote the story originally to explain the suicide of his wife, Sylvia Plath, to the two children she left behind. (He was then involved with a woman who killed herself and their child in 1969. Some people do have it tough.)

The story is set in the mid-50s, at the height of the Cold War paranoia that consumed the US. A young boy finds a huge robot and befriends him. Nasty US government guy is obsessed with finding the robot, convinced that the Russians have planted him here to destroy the country. Cool beatnik dude helps out reluctantly at first. Single working mom is clueless but supportive.

Trailers for this movie made it seem very ET-like, but the similarity is minimal. And Giant has no interest in using its animation to do anything other than tell a story. It is no surprise to see that Brad Bird is executive consultant to both The Simpsons and King of the Hill. No singing animals, no magic, no suspension of reality constraints (well, except for the Giant).

The characters are all superbly drawn--Hogan, the boy, and Connick's charmingly laid-back beatnik are delightful, while Christopher McDonald's paranoid government agent is surprisingly three-dimensional. But this is the Giant's story; the development of his character is never sold short, and the happiness you will feel for him when he makes his choice will probably surprise you. This movie earns every bit of the emotional investment it asks for.

Kudos to Warner Bros for making it and all involved. It probably wasn't marketed well, but my guess is that it will have a long, long life on video. Whether or not you have kids, I recommend it. If you do have kids, know that my 11-year-old, my 6-year-old twins, and my 3-year-old nephew were all enthralled.

 

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