As you might expect from the billing, Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio — which had its world premiere at the BFI London Film Festival today — is a very different beast to the 1940 Disney animation, and just as cavalier with the picaresque elements of Carlo Collodi’s 1883 novel.
The factor that unifies all three is that the main character — a wooden puppet blessed with life — longs to be a real, human boy, but it’s no spoiler to reveal that del Toro, champion of monsters and misfits, doesn’t see the appeal of that.
Instead, this sophisticated animation fantasy — made in conjunction with The Jim Henson Company and pushing the art of stop-motion to a whole new artistic level — takes a macabre approach that even Collodi might have found a bit much.
The result is a very grown-up kids’ film that isn’t suitable for the very young (it comes with a 12 rating on Netflix ) and doesn’t have very much to offer little girls with its constant affirmation of the unabashedly sentimental father-son relationship that anchors it.
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