Ahhh, grasshopper. Consider the fat panda: half-cooked dumpling, doughy child of destiny. Assassin of doughnuts.
Toil in any industry for a while, and you develop a sixth sense about bad omens. If you’re a film critic, for instance, and a studio won’t return your calls about a movie, you assume that movie is a steaming heap of garbage.
An enchanting tale of friendship and evolving relationships, “The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep” engagingly grafts coming-of-age movie chestnuts onto Scottish folklore.
Those are the words I hastily scrawled in my reporter’s notebook during a recent screening of “The Spiderwick Chronicles.”
The characters in Marjane Satrapi’s “Persepolis” (co-directed with Vincent Paronnaud) are simple, friendly black-and-white line drawings, as uncomplicated as characters in a children’s book.