When I saw this movie in a theater years ago, people threw things at the screen: popcorn, soda, candy boxes. One man threw his shoes. Seldom have I seen a film so universally hated as Cool World. The movie looks like it was patched together with scotch tape. Did the animators even know what a storyboard is? As delightfully integrated as the live-action/animation is in Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Cool World is exactly the opposite: the live-action actors look like they are talking to the coat racks they were talking to before the animation was added. The division between live-action and animation is crystal clear.
Brad Pitt's incomparable acting skills are not enough to allow a willing suspension of disbelief that he is actually immersed in the animated world. BTW, never again will I watch Brad Pitt in anything without hearing his 1930s cartoon voice "What's in the boooooooooox? What's in the booooooooox?" from Se7en.
The long, awkward pauses that pepper this movie from start to finish guarantee that you can keep it running AND get a snack from the fridge without missing a beat, provided of course that you don't lose interest twenty minutes into the thing and perhaps throw a shoe at the t.v. If you get to the end, you experience the enviable pleasure of Kim Basinger being turned back into a cartoon again, as though her live-action performance isn't already cartoonish. And you get to see super-long cartoon arms that save the day for everyone.
Sigh. It's as bad as Monkey Bone, Pluto Nash, and Deuce Bigalow put together. I wonder if I can get a government grant to track down all copies of Cool World and destroy them.
Brad Pitt's incomparable acting skills are not enough to allow a willing suspension of disbelief that he is actually immersed in the animated world. BTW, never again will I watch Brad Pitt in anything without hearing his 1930s cartoon voice "What's in the boooooooooox? What's in the booooooooox?" from Se7en.
The long, awkward pauses that pepper this movie from start to finish guarantee that you can keep it running AND get a snack from the fridge without missing a beat, provided of course that you don't lose interest twenty minutes into the thing and perhaps throw a shoe at the t.v. If you get to the end, you experience the enviable pleasure of Kim Basinger being turned back into a cartoon again, as though her live-action performance isn't already cartoonish. And you get to see super-long cartoon arms that save the day for everyone.
Sigh. It's as bad as Monkey Bone, Pluto Nash, and Deuce Bigalow put together. I wonder if I can get a government grant to track down all copies of Cool World and destroy them.