Daniel Rentel

Woe is me! These people, who cannot possibly feel as strongly as I about this beautiful masterpiece of a movie will also rate it five stars. Woe, for the same rating some commoner would give to Avengers: Endgame (admittedly, not a bad movie) will go to this. Oh my sweet Marcell, perfection incarnate, beauty given form, Why could I not give you 100 out of five? Woe, for any words said will ultimately be used by some other peasant, barely capable of the slightest grasp of this perfect movie. Woe, for any words said will be saturated so heavily that "awesome" will simply mean "pleasant" or "likable". Woe, for this movie is so prefect, so breathtakingly flawless, that the scum of the earth (or just, y'know, a normal person) could not possibly understand the heavy and complex themes of racism, slavery, theft, and like, I don't know, society? that happen throughout these unfathomably beautiful 44 minutes. I will, however, attempt to write a fraction of how I feel about this beautiful movie. Ratatoing is a beautiful masterpiece, most likely put inside the brain of Michelle Gabrielle by some deity, who has wisdom to surpass all of humanity's four trillion times over. I would not be surprised if Michelle Gabrielle himself was this deity, and was also omnipotent and omnipresent. The animation is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I believe that this was the original design for reality itself, but people would have simply died from constantly witnessing absolute perfection, 24/7. Marcell? What could I possibly say about him? That he is awesome? Breathtaking? The first anti-hero, whom Robin Hood himself was based upon? I genuinely cannot put into words how much I have the absolute love of Marcell. Greg and Carol are woefully misunderstood- rather than seeing them as friends, a more accurate interpretation is as disciples, as followers, as students. The religious imagery in this perfect gift to cinema is incredible. IN THIS THESIS I WILL