We recently had a movie night with our new projector and 80 inch screen. The movie we choose to watch together was The Boxtrolls. This movie is just too cute and adorable.
The benevolent title monsters are urban scavengers. At night, they emerge from their underground world and scour the streets in search of misplaced objects, and they integrate them into their strange and wonderful Rube Goldberg machines. Among them lives Eggs, a human child so named because he, yes, dons a box emblazoned with the word “eggs.” His doting troll father figure is Fish. Above ground, an ambitious and cruel man with the apt name of Archibald Snatcherages an elaborate propaganda war against the trolls, painting a false portrait of them as flesh-devouring demons. He is promised a white hat if he can capture and destroy each and every one of them. Indeed, he does search for and imprison them, secretly utilizing the ones he catches as slave labor.
We sat there and enjoyed it as a family and laughed, and my son clapped. . But there is also an underclass of Cheesebridge, one that lives literally under the town, a race of grotesque-looking and highly inventive but harmless beings called boxtrolls, so-named because of their nature of picking boxes left out by the humans to wear and live in much in the same way hermit crabs pick the shells of other sea creatures to live in. And like hermit crabs which, when startled, quickly disappear into their shells, boxtrolls just as quickly disappear into their boxes to avoid being seen by humans.
This is a fantastic family film with enough plot twists to make it interesting and — surprising to me — not predictable!Much like well made cell by cell colored animation, stop motion animation is simply striking and it never ceases to amaze me how life like dolls can be in the hands of the puppeteer. Even The Mad Monster Party stills gives me hours of pleasure, and I also appreciate Claymation as well.