With âParaNorman,â the ghoulification of American family entertainment hits a dead end. Decades of happily morbid classics from the minds of Charles Addams, Edward Gorey, and especially Tim Burton have allowed us to accept that maybe children should play with dead things, at least when theyâre brought to life with craft and creativity. Burtonâs âCorpse Brideâ was the genreâs most recent high-water mark â" an unexpectedly soulful romance that worked for audiences of all ages.
âParaNormanâ is supposedly for kids, but itâs really aimed at their snarky older brothers, and it illustrates the limits of the new family creepshows. The movie comes from Laika Entertainment, the Portland, Ore.-based stop-motion animation studio that made the far superior âCoralineâ (2009); as a work of painstaking craftsmanship, âParaNormanââ is unassailable, maybe even awe-inspiring.
And itâs about a little boy who sees dead people. Norman (voiced by Kodi Smit-McPhee) lives in Blithe Hollow, a placid suburban town with a curse left over from the Puritan days â" think a Tinkertoy version of Salem. His gift for seeing ghosts is comforting when itâs his deceased grandma (Elaine Stritch!) or the familiar spooks around the neighborhood, but Normanâs mother (Leslie Mann), father (Jeff Garlin), and mall-brat sister (Anna Kendrick) are unable to cope with the kidâs talent, and the hulking school bully, Alvin (Christopher Mintz-Plasse), has it in for him. Normanâs a sad little boy, and for good reason â" almost everyone else in the movie is hateful.
âParaNormanâ is the story of what happens when the heroâs eccentric uncle (John Goodman) dies â" cue the rigor mortis slapstick â" and leaves Norman in charge of stopping the townâs curse. This involves keeping the zombie-fied remains of a group of 17th-century judges from emerging out of their graves while dissuading the witch they executed from unleashing the apocalypse. (Is there any movie made these days that doesnât involve the end of the world?)
The movie has its moments of dark whimsy and cheeky wit, but most of what it has is body parts. âParaNormanâ is rated PG and is being sold as a gruesome but essentially high-spirited family-friendly romp. I suppose thatâs true if you donât mind your 6-year-old put into clinical shock by the sight of slavering, dismembered creatures coming at them in 3-D.
And those are the good guys. In a self-consciously clever irony, the zombie judges are set upon by the narrow-minded townsfolk of Blithe Hollow with torches, shotguns, and random household appliances, the sheeplike stupidity of the living in sharp contrast to the charmingly decomposing dead. The last thing we need are kiddie films that harp unrealistically on sweetness and light, but âParaNormanâ swings so far to the other extreme that itâs a little depressing. But, hey, you know your children. If theyâre older and thick-skinned, give it a go. If they scare easy, by all that is holy, stay away.
On a technical level, the film represents an advance from traditional stop-motion materials (clay and foam) to a new generation of 3-D printers used to create a broader range of facial expressiveness. What this means visually is that the world of âParaNormanâ has a vague post-modern Mr. Potato Head feel to it â" a look that is novel and sometimes breathtaking in its details but more often cluttered and inelegant. Like much else here, it suggests that the gifted artisans at Laika dove so deeply into the making of this movie that they forgot who they were making it for.
Ty Burr can be reached at tburr@globe.com. Follow himon Twitter @tyburr.
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