Ratatouille.2007
Anton Ego is terrifying not because he wants power, but because he has taste . He is the gatekeeper of excellence. In a lesser film, he would be a caricature of snobbery. But in the final act, when Ego takes a bite of a simple peasant dish (the titular ratatouille ) and is instantly thrown back into his childhood kitchen—the warm memory of his mother’s cooking—Pixar performs a miracle.
If you haven’t seen it since you were a kid, rewatch it. You’ll realize that you spent your childhood laughing at the rat running across the ceiling, only to grow up and cry at the critic finding his soul.
Nearly two decades later, Brad Bird’s love letter to Paris, art, and stubborn integrity remains arguably the most sophisticated film Pixar has ever produced. It’s not just a kids' movie about a rodent with good hygiene; it’s a 111-minute philosophical argument about the nature of criticism, the agony of creativity, and the difference between tasting and eating . Remy is a rat with a superhuman sense of smell and a dangerous obsession: haute cuisine. Inspired by the late chef Auguste Gusteau ("Anyone can cook"), Remy finds himself separated from his colony and literally thrown into the sewers of Paris. He ends up above a failing restaurant once owned by his hero, where he meets Linguini—a garbage boy with the cooking skills of a garden gnome.
It is an incredibly subversive message for 2007 (and frankly, for today). Ratatouille argues that talent is not the property of the elite. It is a fluke of nature that can appear in the most unlikely, unwanted places. Even if you mute the sound, the film is a feast. The way light bounces off a demi-glace. The sound of a perfectly seared steak. The steam rising from a bowl of soup in a cold attic. Pixar’s animators spent months studying the physics of simmering liquids and the texture of cracked pepper. ratatouille.2007
The climax—where a cynical critic takes a bite and sees his childhood—is a masterclass in "show, don’t tell." There are no flashbacks with dialogue. There is just the warm, golden light of a country kitchen, a smiling mother, and a bowl of vegetables. It is pure emotional alchemy. Ratatouille is not a movie about a rat. It is a movie about the fear of failure. It is about the immigrant experience (Linguini is a lost boy; Remy is a creature in a world that hates him). It is about the war between novelty and tradition.
If you only remember Ratatouille as "the cute movie where a rat cooks food," please, pull up a chair. We need to talk.
If you didn’t tear up when Ego puts down his pen and smiles, you might be a robot. The slogan of the film is famously misunderstood. When Gusteau says, "Anyone can cook," he doesn’t mean that everyone will be a great chef. He means that a great chef can come from anywhere . Anton Ego is terrifying not because he wants
5/5 stars (or should I say, 5/5 Eiffel Towers). "Surprise me." — Anton Ego
Title: Ratatouille Year: 2007 Director: Brad Bird Distributor: Pixar Animation Studios / Walt Disney Pictures
His subsequent review is the most beautiful monologue ever written into an animated film: "In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment... But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new." But in the final act, when Ego takes
They don’t villainize the critic. They convert him.
It is also, quietly, a movie about death. Gusteau is a ghost, a memory, a conscience. The entire plot is driven by a longing for a past that no longer exists.
Anton Ego is terrifying not because he wants power, but because he has taste . He is the gatekeeper of excellence. In a lesser film, he would be a caricature of snobbery. But in the final act, when Ego takes a bite of a simple peasant dish (the titular ratatouille ) and is instantly thrown back into his childhood kitchen—the warm memory of his mother’s cooking—Pixar performs a miracle.
If you haven’t seen it since you were a kid, rewatch it. You’ll realize that you spent your childhood laughing at the rat running across the ceiling, only to grow up and cry at the critic finding his soul.
Nearly two decades later, Brad Bird’s love letter to Paris, art, and stubborn integrity remains arguably the most sophisticated film Pixar has ever produced. It’s not just a kids' movie about a rodent with good hygiene; it’s a 111-minute philosophical argument about the nature of criticism, the agony of creativity, and the difference between tasting and eating . Remy is a rat with a superhuman sense of smell and a dangerous obsession: haute cuisine. Inspired by the late chef Auguste Gusteau ("Anyone can cook"), Remy finds himself separated from his colony and literally thrown into the sewers of Paris. He ends up above a failing restaurant once owned by his hero, where he meets Linguini—a garbage boy with the cooking skills of a garden gnome.
It is an incredibly subversive message for 2007 (and frankly, for today). Ratatouille argues that talent is not the property of the elite. It is a fluke of nature that can appear in the most unlikely, unwanted places. Even if you mute the sound, the film is a feast. The way light bounces off a demi-glace. The sound of a perfectly seared steak. The steam rising from a bowl of soup in a cold attic. Pixar’s animators spent months studying the physics of simmering liquids and the texture of cracked pepper.
The climax—where a cynical critic takes a bite and sees his childhood—is a masterclass in "show, don’t tell." There are no flashbacks with dialogue. There is just the warm, golden light of a country kitchen, a smiling mother, and a bowl of vegetables. It is pure emotional alchemy. Ratatouille is not a movie about a rat. It is a movie about the fear of failure. It is about the immigrant experience (Linguini is a lost boy; Remy is a creature in a world that hates him). It is about the war between novelty and tradition.
If you only remember Ratatouille as "the cute movie where a rat cooks food," please, pull up a chair. We need to talk.
If you didn’t tear up when Ego puts down his pen and smiles, you might be a robot. The slogan of the film is famously misunderstood. When Gusteau says, "Anyone can cook," he doesn’t mean that everyone will be a great chef. He means that a great chef can come from anywhere .
5/5 stars (or should I say, 5/5 Eiffel Towers). "Surprise me." — Anton Ego
Title: Ratatouille Year: 2007 Director: Brad Bird Distributor: Pixar Animation Studios / Walt Disney Pictures
His subsequent review is the most beautiful monologue ever written into an animated film: "In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment... But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new."
They don’t villainize the critic. They convert him.
It is also, quietly, a movie about death. Gusteau is a ghost, a memory, a conscience. The entire plot is driven by a longing for a past that no longer exists.