THE BIG ROBOT THAT DID:
IRON GIANT

by Lovell Mahan-Moutaw


I can imagine that making a children's movie isn't easy.

First is the dumbing down process. Considering Hollywood stories these days, there isn't much more dumbing down one can do, as Hollywood continues to make movies based on the premise that half of us are drooling, infantile idiots. The rest of us, it would seem, are too apathetic to really care, and readily hand over our cash like automatons whose sole need is to be entertained even if that entertainment consists of a brief snicker during a film's two hours.

The big mistake children's movies make is thinking that the world's youth is far more stupid than it really is. Children's filmmakers should not be fooled by a toddler's seeming love for Barney. Sure, they get ino the purple, the goofy voice and the jingly tunes but, as they mature, they see him for the dark purple Knight of Hell that he is.

Second is the adult consideration. For some bizarre reason (and I blame Disney) children's movies not only try to cater to children but they also try to cater to adults. Generally, they do this by tossing in a little romance for the Moms, a big-breasted, cleavage-baring heroine wearing practically nothing for the Dads, and some violence that always seems a might extreme.

I wonder why children's movies can't just be children's movies. Then I realize that parents are far too selfish to sit through seventy minutes of something that holds no interest for them simply because it might be enjoyed by their child. They park the tots in front of Barney so Barney can babysit. They don't actually watch Barney. If they did, the television sets would be off and they'd be finding the nearest park. Or at least switching the channel to Rugrats, shouts of dissension from the tikes be damned.

The Iron Giant, written and directed by the ex-The Simpson's executive consultant Brad Bird, and starring the voices of Jennifer Aniston and Harry Connick, Jr., does not fall into either of these traps, yet still manages to be a fantastic movie for both adults and kids.

Quick synopsis: a giant thing falls from the heavens and is discovered by a little boy, Hogarth. Hogarth is fatherless (cliche #1 that is dealt with well) who has a Mom who is a waitress and barely making ends meet (cliche #2 that is dealt with well, not to mention Mom is voiced by Aniston, who does this duty well).

Giant and boy make friends and instead of Giant teaching boy fatherly lessons, boy teaches Giant worldly lessons - for example, how to deal with death (touching on what happens after death) and how to make a good choice for your destiny. Nice adult themes put forth beautifully, understandable to a kid but intelligent enough to keep the attention of an adult.

Set during the red-scare 1950s where the Giant is feared as a communist weapon of death, there is a twist to the story that is slightly unexpected and may be a bit frightening for very young children. (Another parental warning - there are several curse words that were deliberately included in order to get a PG rating. The filmmakers felt this movie probably should not be seen by children under the age of six.) It is hard to say why this film touched me so much. Perhaps it is because it isn't often that anyone can effectively deal with spirituality. Perhaps it was that it is refreshing in this day and age of violence and tragedy that a story teaches the lesson of free will and the right way to use that gift even when the resources are at hand to abuse it. Perhaps it was just because Harry Connick, Jr. has a sexy voice, or that the movie was often hysterically funny, or that the Giant was absolutely adorable and I will admit to falling in love.

It doesn't matter what it was that touched me. It is just important to not only note that it touched me but that I also learned from it. At my age! I actually learned from a kids' movie. Bravo to our Giant and Hogarth and everyone else involved in this delightful piece of animation that I would recommend to anyone of any age.

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PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THE FOLLOWING MAY INCLUDE SPOILERS OF THE MOVIE:

Brad Bird was at my screening and, after the film, patiently answered many questions, the majority put forth by the kids in the audience. In fact, every question I concocted to ask was inquired by a kid before I could get my mouth open. Smart little nits.

Bird said that the film took two and a half years from first outline to finish of film. This is half the time a Disney animated film takes. They made The Iron Giant with half the money as well, because, as Bird said, the people who worked on the film were young and the film didn't need to be made "by committee."

Warner Bros. had the rights to Ted Hughes' book, The Iron Man. Bird adapted it, making many changes, including setting the movie in the paranoia of the fifties.

Bird wanted to "Set this guy in an atmosphere..." where there was a "suspicion of anything different..." where "Everything is wholesome [in the 50's] yet everyone is getting ready to be bombed." This paranoia wasn't in the book, and Bird had to fight to get it into the film, but it worked beautifully.

The film was created around the premise of "What if a gun had a soul and didn't want to be a gun." Gorgeous idea and handled well by Bird as he gave us a struggle with the Giant and Hogarth as they both try to fight against the core meaning behind the being of the Giant. Quite a valiant struggle with a dramatic, thoughtful and remarkably sad ending.

Lovell Mahan-Moutaw




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