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As a caveat to this review, I should say I saw the English dubbed version of Ponyo, which features the dubious voice talents of Frankie Jonas and Noah Cyrus, siblings of their respective horrid family phenomena. Needless to say, this ruined the film. I get the feeling that watching the film in Japanese with English subtitles, or even just muted, would vastly improve it. It's a shame to see Disney drop the ball on the dub with this when they made masterstrokes like Michael Keaton as Porco Rosso, or basically everyone who did a voice in the dubbed Howl's Moving Castle. Compared to those, the casting of Jonas and Cyrus just makes the film shrill. Horribly shrill.

The dubbed version of Ponyo is irresistibly cute just so long as nobody's speaking. I'd be very interested to see the Japanese version, because the English dub exacerbates the slightly saccharine aspects of the plot development and Miyazaki's body of work has already shown us that his stories transcend language and culture. Dubbing aside, the very worst you can say about it is that it's the least good Ghibli film- it's too good to be the worst, but not even close to as good as my personal favourite, Porco Rosso. Hayao Miyazaki continues to pioneer new techniques in hand-drawn animation and storytelling, which is no mean feat for an art form that's been around for almost a century.

The synopsis sounds similar, I'll grant you, but it's easy to underestimate the value of handdrawn animation and its craft here. Disney's New Orleans is a vibrant place that actually embeds proper characters as opposed to American-accented clones- note how the only one who looks Middle-Eastern in Aladdin is the bad guy Jafar, with the hero instead being modelled on Tom Cruise, of all people. Tiana's story is central, but in the beginning it's almost as an adjunct to the "real princess" in the film, who's portrayed as spoilt, dependent on men and generally immature, whereas Tiana works hard and knows there's no marriage-related shortcut to the life she wants. It's a departure from Disney's usual, to be sure. At the same time it has immense nostalgia value for people my age and older. For today's kids, the Shrek films will be nostalgia material in the future. But while I'm sure there's a lot of work put into the animation of those digitally animated films, there's nothing like the meticulous attention to detail in this film and films like it to dazzle audiences.

If there's a fault with The Princess and the Frog, it's that it doesn't quite match up to the best of the Disney animated films of the 90s. It's not as funny as The Lion King, and its songs aren't as catchy as those in Aladdin. But it succeeds on many levels as a statement of intent for Disney under John Lasseter. A few years ago, this might have been closely followed by a sub-par DVD sequel called something like "Louis' Grand Adventure", but Lasseter has the studio revering its rich history rather than pillaging it for lame spin-offs. Hand-drawn animation is back in a big way at Disney, and The Princess and the Frog is a really rather delightful spearhead for that revival.
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Of the two animated films, The Princess and the Frog is the more likable and generally more accomplished, though I'm sure that any of my problems with the dubbed version of Ponyo are more than compensated for in the absence of any Disney bred tweens in the original Japanese version. Why not share your comments on the films and/or my reviews below?
I fear the end may be approaching, my friends. I'm approaching a cinema outing this Wednesday with the same trepidation with which David Tennant's Tenth Doctor approached death on New Year's Day. Not to pre-suppose anything, but I'm so scared that Valentine's Day might actually finish me off. I could do so much more! So! Much! More!
Ahem.
I'm Mark the mad prophet, and until next time, don't watch anything I wouldn't watch.