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The basic premise of Idiots and Angels reminded me of Mervyn Peakes Mr Pye (1953) about a man who suddenly spouts angels wings in an effort to get rid of them, he deliberately sets out to do bad, only to then find himself developing horns. This was filmed at the little-seen live-action tv mini-series Mr Pye (1986). Plymptons film riffs on the basic idea of a misanthropic man suddenly being granted angels wings and then finding they are forcing him to do good deeds. Plympton doesnt concern himself with the diabolic half which may well be why Idiots and Angels peters out in terms of ideas after about the two-thirds point and feels more like a great short film that has been extruded to feature length. Bill Plymptons previous films have tended to exist less as narratives and more as a series of bizarrely surrealistic, sometimes scatological juxtapositions where objects are constantly morphing from one shape to the next. With Idiots and Angels, Plympton seems to be aiming for something beyond that. He relies upon a clearcut story for about the first time. What stuns most about Idiots and Angels is Bill Plymptons extraordinarily stylised artwork. The entire film looks like a series of (almost) black-and-white pencil sketches given animated life. The animation is all highly exaggerated representation not unakin to the cartoon work of Gerald Scarfe. Cars are like giant balls of cotton wool with 1950s-style big bodies. Life at the bar is like a 1940s film noir rendered in stylised shadow lines. Where standard animation tends to operate in terms of soft rounded and child-like cuteness, Plymptons figures exist as stark snapshots of naked expression, much of which is decidedly dark and misanthropic. Plymptons love of meldings and wild juxtapositions still play out in a number of scenes the opening as the man gets up to shower and dress for the day is a masterpiece of dissolves where drops of water from the tap become a toothbrush, where shaving cream becomes soap suds and then the milk on his cereal and so on. The uniqueness of Idiots and Angels is that Bill Plympton delivers the entire film without dialogue, as merely a series of sound effects, at most grunts and small cries. In this regard, Idiots and Angels makes interesting comparison to the same years largely soundless Wall-E (2008), although you could not think of two films more removed on the animation spectrum Wall-E was a box-office hit pitched to family audiences, while Idiots and Angels is a work for a cult adult audience and comes at almost complete remove from Wall-Es cheerful sweetness in terms of its sensibilities. The non-dialogue allows Plympton to direct in striking contrasts none the more so than the scene when the man walks into the bar with a butterfly on his head and each of the patrons drifts off into daydreams about it, before the man turns and savagely crushes it. The wordlessness is beautifully balanced out with a soundtrack that includes a number of perfectly chosen songs from Tom Waits, among others. The result is a strikingly evocative and entirely unique film.
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