We Love Pixar: What I Learned From ‘Ratatouille’
by Charles C. JohnsonTalent is rarely celebrated. In our culture of public mediocrity, talent becomes just another thing that the left despises. How often we hear, “Oh, so in so, is only good because they are rich/white/privileged.” Indeed, whole swaths of our society – from everyone-can-go-to-college cheerleaders to the welfare state itself – believe that success is the product of self-esteem, not effort. They tell us that notions of character just don’t work in a 21st century world. Seldom do we hear the truth: that talent is preparation meets love. Ratatouille is one film that gives it to us straight.

Set in the obscure French countryside, an aspiring chef, Remy, follows the televised culinary advice of his idol, Auguste Gusteau. Remy dreams of following him, but there’s just one problem: he’s a rat and rats don’t belong in the kitchen. Fate offers Remy an opportunity Separated from his family during a farmer’s raid, Remy falls into the sewage, traveling thousands of miles, until, at last he finds himself underneath Gusteau’s very Parisian restaurant!
The choice of locale is deliberate, of course. Paris, long the home of big government and bien-pensant, is also the home of gourmands, haute cuisine, and critique, so Remy’s passion might yet find outlet. Alas, in France, the hopes of the entrepreneur are subordinated to the plans of others. The word for the French economic system, “dirigiste,” means to direct and the French love nothing more than to direct their citizenry, and that, of course, includes who is and who is not among the crème de la crème par excellence. While his keen sense of smell saves the family from rat poisoned garbage, but Remy knows it still stinks to be a rat who loves food amongst those who couldn’t care less. He is his family’s bête noire. Quelle horreur! (more…)






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