
Not entirely by design I had a weekend of animation - not just Pixar's newest "WALL-E" but a 1995 Miyazaki Hayao film called "耳をすませば" (in English "Whisper of the

Heart") which someone's fed onto youtube, Dreamworks' summer blockbuster "Kung Fu Panda" (my reward for subjecting myself to a service at The Journey, a Rick Warren spin-off church promising but failing to deliver good news about "
God on Film"), and, courtesy of Netflix, Vincent Paronnaud's adaptation of Marjane Satrapi's graphic novel "Persepolis."

Four very different kinds of animation, each charming in its way. "WALL-E" I've told you about already; it's
deeeep. The Miyazaki is a dreamy adolescent love story with as yet minimal fantasy. "Persepolis" was too different from the aesthetic of the original books - sometimes in flat B&W like the books, but often using greys, invoking silhouettes and shadow puppets - coherence is lost. To my surprise,

it's "Kung Fu Panda" I'm inclined to commend to you, not just (I think) because I went into it with no expectations at all. After a slowish start, I was rapt withal, swept away, overjoyed with what only animation can do!