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SteadmanSlick’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
I keep my vhs tapes organized alphabetically in a dresser. Feeling bad for having not watched something in a while, due to my own predilection for abiding by rules that both help and hinder my engagement with something, I decided to arbitrarily pick the third row, second column, and second tape from the top. So you can imagine my surprise when Christmas is so central to the plot. The distortion of things, mere days after taking down the decorations in my own home, speaks something profound to me that I can't explain in words.
This is my second viewing of the picture, but it feels like the first with how much I had forgotten. Uncle Irvin, the Cyclops, the Octopus, the Diver, and Marcello. Really, I didn't remember a damn thing about it. Krank's plan is the carpet on which the menagerie sits, for as the title states it is more about The City than the Lost Children in it.
The stand out performance in this must be Dominque Pinon, as the 6 Clones, The Diver, and The Scientist. The addition and subtraction of facial hair changes a lot, but it's the mannerisms that breathe life into his various states of being. Closest after would be Brunet and Mallet as the Octopus, which not only requires an impressive choreography that they pull off very well, but their own demeanors and quirks add into it more. You can really believe they were siamese twins their whole life. Though I must also mention that the entire cast, even the other children in the Octopus' burglary ring, really gave it their all. The subdued intellect of One, the mania that Krank can flip off and on like a switch, Martha's last attempt on Miette's life, and Marcello's turbulent allegiances.
And the last thing to note is Angelo Badalamenti's score, which is another aspect I cannot put into words but must applaud, most obvious in the song of the Fleakins.