Oscar-Nominated Short Films, Animated (2007)
- Même les Pigeons Vont au Paradis (Even Pigeons Go to Heaven) – It’s like something Pixar might have made, if Pixar had given up on clarity of plot and characters. It’s a fine concept with lots of potential, and plenty of cute, but there was a major failure here. In retrospect, however, it could have been much, much worse.
- Моя любовь (My Love) – That this was painted in oil on glass painstakingly over the course of five years (so says the internet anyway) may be this short film’s greatest feat. The images are beautiful, if a bit disorienting. If nothing else, at least the ending was clear.
- Madame Tutli-Putli – Stop-motion animation on a set dug up from a trunk in your grandmother’s attic. Many of the shorts, especially the animated ones, ended with a severe what-the-hell moment. This one, though stunningly beautiful–my favorite stop-motion animation ever–left me feeling bad for not being Artistic enough to understand it.
- I Met the Walrus – Someday, the people who remember the Beatles will die, and things will change. Either we will forget the Beatles except as a page in a book on the history of music, or they will be canonized. I’m really hoping for the former. I’m waiting for the day when the people who caught John Lennon’s farts in a mayonnaise jar in 1969 will just die without heirs. Failing that, I hope the people who were discussing this film on the way out come to realize that the animation was not “like Monty Python” so much as “a tribute to the Beatles”. I don’t care about the Beatles, but I hate the people in that theater.
- Peter & the Wolf – “Is that a bird?” “The cat’s going to come outside.” “Hunters are coming.” “Those are the guys who threw him in the dumpster.” Thank God the man sitting next to me provided a constant commentary to his wife on all the cartoons, or I might have heard the music. God forbid that should happen. Anyway, there was something creepy about this one. I really think I’d rather just get a recording of the original score and listen to that. No one looks at you with dead glass eyes from a record.
After West Bank Story won last year, I refuse to make any Oscar predictions. I’ll just content myself to fume and grumble about all of them and be displeased with the result no matter what.