Not a great movie, but maybe the most perfect time capsule of the ‘90s. Looking back with the knowledge that both 9/11 and the death of the record store was six years away really drives home the naïvety that defined the ‘90s as a whole, which dovetails nicely with the naïvety of being a dumb kid working a dead-end job whose biggest worry is selling out to “the man.”
The auteur theory has become accepted to the point of being almost axiomatic within the critical community and the larger film industry, but I’ve found that the most purely auteurist works also stand as warnings against the idea that any film can function solely based on one person’s vision.
THE THIEF AND THE COBBLER is such a warning.
As a technical experiment and an act of unbridled artistic hubris from one of the great animators of all time,…