Babe: Pig in the City | Chicago Reader

Babe: Pig in the City

Maybe it's the fur and wagging tails, the bristle-boar attitude, but somehow you want to save this suicidal squealer from its kamikaze fate. A kids' show and a sequel, a dog-and-pony promenade, three strikes and you're out of there, but here's the saving pitch: our piglet's flight into the void, metaphors of loss and yearning multiplying in the blue; the light-shaft geometries, windows, doors, neon-lit canals, chiaroscuro conflations of Dickens and Blade Runner and Brazil; the porker shedding water in a prism spray of light, a goldfish flopping toward destiny in the shards of a broken bowl; the choreography of chases, every baroque detail a chorus line of energy and grace; the orangutan philosopher in his attic, brooding and melancholy, an opera phantom, a backlit Paris hunchback. Mr. Ed meets glorified Barnum & Bailey? Think rather Max Ernst and the surrealists and The Cameraman's Revenge. Sorry Mad Max fans, but it's George Miller's masterpiece, maybe even the best commercial film of 1998. Too bad it went belly-up at the malls. 35 mm.

Credits

Director:

  • Chris Noonan

Cast:

  • James Cromwell
  • Magda Szubanski
  • Paul Goddard
  • Mary Acres
  • David Webb
  • Marshall Napier
  • John Doyle
  • Christine Cavanaugh
  • Miriam Margolyes
  • Danny Mann

Writers:

  • Dick King-Smith
  • George Miller
  • Chris Noonan

Producers:

  • Bill Miller
  • George Miller
  • Doug Mitchell

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