When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put away childish things. Then I got bored with that and went to see a children's movie based on a Neil Gaiman story.
Children's movie? Is it really? Well, yes and no. I mean, it looks almost exactly like one. It's got a plucky pre-teen heroine who knows a lot more about the world than her silly boring parents. It's got a talking cat, dancing mice, and a magical garden. It stars
puppets, for Criminy's sake. It seems like harmless escapism for the young'uns.
Which, to those familiar with the novel, is of course the entire point: that's what it's supposed to look like, because that's what it sets out to subvert. And lest we forget, it was written by the writer of
Sandman and directed by the director of
A Nightmare Before Christmas. And none of them exactly pull their punches here.
It looks amazing, the way it segues from the genuinely creepy opening sequence to the grey, rainy everyday of the boarding house where young Coraline (
not Caroline!) Jones moves in with her dull journalist parents who never do anything but write, cook tasteless food, and tell her not to get dirty. The other occupants of the house range from weird (old people, eww) to annoying (especially the neighbour boy, a new addition for the movie, to good effect). And so, bored out of her skull, Coraline goes exploring. And like all children do in this type of story, she finds a door. And like it always does in this type of story, it leads to an enchanted world of magic, colours, and loving
real parents who want nothing but to make her the centre of their life and give her whatever she wants. It's a fantastic creation, and if there's any complaint to be made about the movie it's that it doesn't quite explore this world more. I mean, it's the kind of world where even jaded adults would want to stay.
And then it starts. Oh
God, then it starts.
I spoke like a child. You destroyed me with a smile. (Bob Dylan)
Also, if you have a chance to see it in 3D, by all means do. Yes, there's the occasional piece of 3D porn where they shove flowers or needles or rats right in your face just because they can, and it works, but they've put more thought into it than those few shock moments and there's a very nice depth to the whole thing. Not essential, but a plus.