Ratatouille is brilliant. The movie, that is. Prior to the film, I’d never heard of the dish (recipe) but I was enlightened not only to a higher culinary appreciation but a higher cinematic appreciation. The problem with CGI movies has often been a high budget “wow” on special effects and “woe” on script and plot line. But Director Brad Bird has proven some incredible moxie to balance both in The Incredibles and now Ratatouille. Will I let my children, ages 9 through 2, see the movie? Yes, but I will coach them in advance on a few scenes involving a brief scene of drunkenness, a few references of implied profanity (we don’t allow “oh my gosh” in the family because of it serving something of an introductory drug for more hard core stuff down the road), and kissing scenes between Gasteau, Jr. (the young chef pictured here) and his crush. I’ll then follow up with some post-movie reflection and I’m confident that we’ll have delivered a good inoculation.
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