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Two
from the hands of Nick Park:
The
Wrong Trousers
viewed
July 11, 2000 on VHS
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A
Close Shave
viewed
August 7, 2000 on VHS
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In light
of the release of Chicken Run, I thought to watch
the previous masterworks of one half of the creative
team behind this summer's poultry in motion, Nick Park
(Peter Lord, the other collaborator, left me impressed
but not amazed by his award-winning short, Wat's
Pig; Lord and Park work together for Aardman Studios).
Park has three Oscars to his name, for his seminal early
work in Creature Comforts (whose humanized zoo
animals no doubt inspired the Chevron talking car ads)
and the two Wallace and Gromit shorts I cover here.
For those who are sadly unacquainted with the series,
Wallace and Gromit is the most exemplary work in clay
animation since Ray Harryhausen's B-movie monster models
in the 50s.
Wallace
is a doddy old English inventor of automatic gizmos
that help him with his daily routine (automatic breakfast
maker, automatic dog walker, automatic dog washer, etc).
Unfortunately, the machines are never quite so automatic
and usually end up creating much more havoc than help.
Fortunately, Wallace's dutiful pet dog Gromit, who is
exponentially brighter than his master, can usually
sniff the way out of their messy situations. The
two figures are unforgettable: Wallace's tight-lidded,
buck-toothed smile and the way he gushes about cheese;
Gromit's incredibly expressive eyes, indicating cleverness,
soulfulness and bottomless devotion to his doddy master.
Wallace
and Gromit won their first Oscar for their second short.
The first, in which the duo flies to the moon in search
of cheese, is not nearly as sophisticated. It
would be in The Wrong Trousers that Park would
develop the narrative arc that would give the series
its model for delightful storytelling: First,
there is a slight problem with the household (out of
rent). Next they become involved with a stranger
(the beautifully beady-eyed Penguin). The stranger
upends the household putting Gromit out, with Wallace
hardly noticing. The stranger then reveals himself
to be a wanted criminal as he plots his grand caper.
Gromit returns from exile and helps apprehend the enemy
in the nick of time, and life is restored back to manageable
dysfunctionality.
The Penguin
is really the best part of The Wrong Trousers;
he practically upstages the stars. With his odd
late night music selections ("Tie a Yellow Ribbon"
at full blast), his almost unnoticeable blinking, his
use of a red glove to disguise himself as a chicken,
and his sweaty apprehension while trying to steal a
prize diamond are all priceless quirks of a fascinating
sociopath -- he's your freshman college roommate gone
birdy.
Wallace
and Gromit don't really blossom into a Bert and Ernie
level of immortality until A Close Shave, and
the short is all the better for it. Substantially
more complicated than its predecessor, it puts the duo
squarely in the center of a crazy juggling act (the
last image happens to be of a sheep juggling balls)
involving a herd of rustled sheep, the vicious dog that
wants to turn them into his brand of dog food, and his
hapless lady owner, who bears a toothy resemblance to
Wallace. Little fanfare is made of the expanded
depth of field in the beautiful exterior shots, or the
miracle of claymation water drops or soap suds, but
you can sense there's been a lot put into this film.
This time, it seems that every frame has a subtext,
whether it's the running joke use of newspaper headlines
or the book Gromit reads while in prison: Crime and
Punishment, by Fido Dogstoyevsky. Certain objects
are brilliantly put to use, recurring throughout the
film: an oatmeal dispenser doubles as a window-washing
soap dispenser, and then is used as a weapon, with oatmeal
the ammunition. References to Batman and
The Terminator are made, but in unexpected, hilariously
original ways. I really should have included it
in my list of top films of the 90s -- it is a masterful
use of resources and storytelling, and a perfectly realized
work.
Having said
that, I must again reiterate my disappointment with
Chicken Run. One can lavish praise at its
technical achievement, but really it's nothing new following
the Wallace and Gromit shorts, just expanded, and subsequently,
diluted. I seriously hope W. and G. make a comeback,
though I heard a terrible story that Nick Park had left
the working models of the delectable duo in the back
of a taxicab. For the sake of all of us, I hope
he has the time and heart to carve out another pair.
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