Hyde Park Picture
House’s Creatures of the Night: Fantastic Planet Review
The audience was transported to the savage planet of Ygam. A
world where forty to one hundred foot (estimates vary) blue humanoid giants
with crustacean ears lord it over a race of humans ‘Om’s’ – It’s a French joke.
The Om’s use their human cunning to break free of their oppressors, eventually
founding a civilisation on an artificial planetoid called the Fantastic Planet.
This film waves the brave flag of European animation.
There’s not much of it, at least compared to the States (Disney) and Japan
(Anime). Fantastic Planet puts up a good fight. I have never seen animation quite
like this; it’s as if Philip K. Dick and Hieronymus Bosch had a talented baby together and
this is the outcome. This is an important film for animation
buffs. Instead of the traditional animation technique of drawing on acetate,
the creators of this French-Czech film sketched on cut-out and hinged paper.
This lends laborious rigour to the film, conveying a sense of epic
struggle and Bible like fable. Animation of this length is a real labour of
creative love, and every few seconds there is something – a shadow or an object
– which is different, interesting, and the product of an interesting artist.
Adapted by Rene Laloux from Stefan Wul’s Ome En Serie - a sci-fi novel
written during the quiet times at his dentist surgery – Fantastic Planet offers the best of sci-fi animation; it even stood
up to a re-watch in the cold light of Sunday morning. Part of the films charm
comes from its inventiveness. The landscape, and the creatures that inhabit it,
really are fantastic. The backdrop is spikey, phallic and hostile. Shades of
red are laid out under an ominous grey sky. Monsters abound, ranging from
strange little silk weavers, to armless T-rex’s used for gladiatorial combat.
The animation is less frantic than Disney or Anime, and is special for it. The
picture slides over panoramic stillness of human emotion, the overarching theme
of this film.
The film opens with a bare breasted (don’t worry, it’s
tasteful) female Om running for her life. She is clutching a baby – turns out
he’s the protagonist – and appears terrified. The cause of her distress becomes
apparent when a huge hand crashes down and flicks her. A few flicks later and
she dies. A kind hearted Draag –that’s the 40/100 foot blue giants – takes pity
on the baby and raises him as a pet, calling him Terre. (it’s another French
joke) She controls Terre by means of a space-age collar which drags him back to
her whenever she chooses. The Draag gets so attached to Terre that she starts
taking him to her lessons; information he later uses to get one up on her race.
As the plot unfolds Terre escapes, shedding his collar
with the help of a beautiful savage Om – again bare breasted. Terre quickly
becomes an important figure in the Big Tree Tribe, who has settled in a little
used park. The tribe is sworn enemies with the Hollow Log Bandits, a tribe of
rival Oms who inhabit another section of the park. The tribes are united, however,
against the Dragg threat, which comes in the form of a deOminisation. The Om’s
are gassed by cannon like robots in a genocide which is as evocative as it is
matter of fact.
Despite this, we are not led to see the Om’s as total
victims. Moments before the deOminisation the Om’s kill a hippogriff like
creature which strays too close to their tree. The killing is reminiscent of
cave paintings which depict a buffalo hunt. As the chief Dragg says ‘We
were wrong to consider Oms as simple harmless animals. I fear we have committed
an error fraught with the most grievous consequences.’
Turns out they have, and the Oms fight long and hard enough
to set up their own civilisation on a planet in space ‘where they now exist in
vast cities.’ The call this planet Terre, as homage to their leader. This gives
the mythology of the film a circular sense. Perhaps we are sitting here blissfully
unaware of the next Draag invasion.
This epic action is set against a haunting techno score by pianist Alain Goraguer.
The music, unfortunately, may remind you of Pizza Express style background
tinkles. It would, however, be the most cinematic pizza of your life. The music makes the film surreal as opposed
to just plain weird.
This is a film that
will stay with the Creatures… audience a long time. I, for one, will be
practicing my armless T-Rex fighting and watching the skies for signs of the
Draggs. All we can do is remain vigilant.