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And so it begins. :-) What a ride! I loved how it was funny — Jack Black definitely brought all his talent to bear — while staying true to the kung fu genre; it had something for everyone. My favourite character was Oogway: I could’ve watched that moment when he stopped Tai Lung in his tracks a dozen times in a row; so awesome! Plus, the second scene under the sacred peach tree of heavenly wisdom… so kung fu!
The whole premise was great too: they hinted at how it would go down partway through, but it still made for a great finale; I don’t know if believable is the right word, but it was certainly a great story that was told well.
The art was amazing too. (I’ve just added the book to my wish list.) The villains in the opening reminded me of a coffee table book my parents had when I was growing up; it was full of caricatures of jungle animals, ending with the lion, of course. I wish I could remember the name of it; searches on “king of the jungle art book” were as useful as you’d imagine. It was a parody, though, ’cause these animals were messed up: the hippo was wearing a ballet tutu, the rat (O.K., maybe characterizing the book as ‘jungle’ was my first mistake) was smokin’ a cigarette, the lion was sittin’ on a throne — no, not the throne; it wasn’t that messed up — munchin’ on a drumstick, I think… And a bunch of them had dirty T-shirts on, or maybe it was just the heavy black that outlined them and permeated every page. But it was the beady eyes in Kung Fu Panda that brought me back to that book; the small, beady eyes in overly large faces. It was a disturbing book, actually; probably why I still remember it. Strange.