When taking a look at different Wes Anderson movies there is an idea, this kind of look of a diorama. Look at this incredible world, now look at it this way, now look at it smaller, now look at it frozen, now look at it under glass, now look at it through my viewfinder exactly as I want you to look at it.
There is a very specific way things are supposed to go, and it adds a remove, a weirdness, and a very specific Anderson like feel to his films. I like it. But in The Fantastic Mr. Fox, that feeling, that storybook come to life mingled with diorama miniature world is total perfection.
There is fox, there is a family, there are quirks, there is strangeness, and it is all delivered with typical nobody fits into this world or that world lines and discomfort. But it is simpler than usual, and even more complex than can be believed. There is the simple structure of animals and humans, and how that competition exists. Then there is the social structure of the animals, and then there is just the constant and wonderful reminder that we are watching beasts with human characteristics being foisted onto them.
This is all just so strange. Strange and charming, and relatable – Fox wants a better life in a tree home he can’t afford, but he can’t help but make bad decisions based on a past that can only, and does, get him into trouble. The voices are Fantastic, the story is Fantastic, Fox is Fantastic, and it all stays fairly true to the book in ways that make me happy that they are both different.
This is by far my favorite of the Wes Anderson films. I loved how the world came to life and how the characters were true and honest and funny, so damned funny all over the place.