One of the absolute pinnacles of animation. Finally operates emotionally the way paintings do as opposed to photographs, its impeccably timed still frames and their interactions and zooms and pans more expressive than even most live action cinema. And yet still, they are a technique of restraint, for the more fluid the animation gets, the more spiritual and tactile it becomes. Sound and motion as the pure expression of the soul, tableau as their physical distillation, and time as the vehicle of the permeating emotional essence, in agony and in ecstasy. Pure cinema.
The most artless celebration of art I have ever witnessed. Art is basically what a very few people (this film's intended audience of The Academy) get to do for a living in this film. It is undemocratic and mainly nostalgia for the retired. This blatant attempt to funnel this myopic, decrepit worldview through not only one of the premiere genres of freedom, but a story of millennials with no money, having prospects handed to them because they are more nostalgic…