Firstly, I apologize for the egregious lack of updating for the past two weeks. It was not what I had expected of myself. In fact, this whole year has been pretty bad as far as planned reviews go. I’ve been very busy with life stuff, but I’ve also gotten lazy. Fortunately, my reviews of the 1985 movie Legend and Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island are nearing completion, and hopefully should pop onto the Internet before long.
(Notice the vague term “before long.”)
As a bit of a conciliatory gift, I do offer you another imaginative short film. This one—somewhat like Neverwhere—explores a sprawling, magical world beneath our city streets and among our subway and sewer systems. Unlike Gaiman’s book, there doesn’t seem to be anything particularly murderous lurking around: just a white fox who steals orange subway tickets from little girls, before dashing off through the pipe system and into a surprisingly spacious underground world. This girl, however, gives chase (she must really have been looking forward to wherever the subway was going to take her), and what she finds—that is, what the white fox seems to want her to see—is rather unexpected, and, I think, quite nice.
Like so many short fantasy films, this one is like a visual poem. There is a story, but the purpose of the film itself is more about the emotional and artistic experience of it all: of the impressionistic, light-on-details animation, of the dreamlike, but sometimes insistent, piano music, and of the suggestion of beauties in our world that we haven’t yet discovered, not because they are so far over the horizon, but because they lie quietly under our very feet.