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D. John Halas and Joy Batchelor (1955)
With Gordon Heath and
Maurice Denham
D. Chris Noonan (1995)
With James Cromwell, Magda Szubanski, Christine Cavanaugh, Miriam Margolies, Danny
Mann, and Hugo Weaving
SEPTEMBER 2, 1997:
To be sure, Babe and Animal Farm have a lot in common: a small farm
setting, a spirit of revolution, a dose of hayloft sermonizing, an untimely death,
a comic duck, and, of course, talking pigs in lead roles. Fertile ground for further
research, as they say, and indeed the two are ripe for some tongue-in-jowl academic
scrutiny. Namely, how does Babe offer a revisionist understanding of Orwell's
famous maxim: "All animals are created equal, but some animals are more equal
than others"? The animated Animal Farm is darkly drawn and cynical in
tone, and is remarkably faithful to George Orwell's dystopian fable of totalitarian
times. With nothing to lose but their yokes, the beasts of burden on Manor Farm,
led by a charismatic pig, overthrow the tyrant Jones. Having grasped the means of
production, the liberated livestock destroy the instruments of oppression and set
out to build a better society, complete with universal education, an even distribution
of wealth, and laws mandating inter-species equality. But Animal Farm is soon
beset by greed, ambition, and dissension among the shanks, and in short order, the
ascendant pigs are firmly entrenched as dictators, using political murder and a toothsome
militia to defend their regime even as they violate the rules of their own utopia.
The revolution has failed, besieged by the desire for power, and one tyrant has replaced
another. (Kinshasa, anyone?)
In Babe, pigs are shown in an altogether more favorable light. Orwell's
cynical vision is archly rebuked in this artfully shot tale of a pig who wants to
be a sheepdog. Here the charismatic swine remains true to his egalitarian principles,
and over the course of the narrative, the farm animals achieve the communitarian
democracy Orwell's beasts only dream of: from each according to his ability, to each
according to his need. Here the transgression of traditional barnyard roles is successful
and the political climate optimistic. Moreover, Babe moves away from the "four
legs good, two legs bad" reductionism of Animal Farm, which, in its allegorical
simplicity, cannot afford the nuanced treatment of quadruped-biped relations that
Babe offers. On the whole, Babe provides a stunning revisionist take
on barnyard politics, and may change the whole way we view pigs politically. As with
all trenchant academic work, this conclusion invites further research: The pigsty
is fertile ground indeed. Sadly, my scope is necessarily limited, and I must leave
it to future scholars to dissect power relations in Charlotte's Web or examine
the subversion of gender roles in Porky and Petunia. But let no scholar turn away
from these questions in disdain, for when pigs speak, they speak volumes.
-- Jay Hardwig
Streetfight
D: Ralph Bakshi (1974)
with Scatman Crothers, Charles Gordone, Philip Michael Thomas,
and Barry White.
What's the best blaxploitation movie ever? Classicists prefer Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song, purists admire The Mack, and connoisseurs lean towards Rudy Ray Moore's Dolemite trilogy. But not even these masterworks can match
the attitude, style, and sheer funky genius of Ralph Bakshi's Streetfight,
which also happens to be one of the best animated features ever made in this country.
Scatman Crothers narrates this subversive modernization of Uncle Remus' (and Disney's)
Song of the South. In this version, Brother Rabbit (Philip Michael Thomas),
Brother Fox (Charles Gordone), and Brother Bear (Barry White -- Jesus, what a great
fucking cast!) head North after a bloody shoot-out with some redneck cops. They hit
Harlem, and Brother Rabbit rises, Scarface-style, to become the biggest player in
history. He uses many of his classic tricks (remember the briar patch? the tar baby?)
to muscle in on both the Mafia and a Sharptonesque preacher who's selling Revolution
to the people. Streetfight uses its own "cartooniness" to match
the incendiary rhetoric, profane humor, and raw sex and violence of the finest blaxploitation.
Bakshi floods his movie with racial caricatures that push beyond offensiveness into
surrealism. He catalogues the grotesque legacy of American culture in general and
Hollywood in particular, exploring the very real ways that movies (all movies,
including this one) continue to exploit blacks for the purposes of entertainment.
-- Chris Baker
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