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2m14s
And when the story is done, Ego stands, thanks us for the meal... Thank you for the meal. ... and leaves without another word. The following day his review appears. In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook." But I realize only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.
Ratatouille
1m11s
No, no, no, no, no, no, no! The DNA matches, the timing works, everything checks out. He is Gusteau's son. This can't just happen! The whole thing is a setup! The boy knows! Look at him out there, pretending to be an idiot. He's toying with my mind like a cat with a ball of... Something. - String? - Yes! Playing dumb. - Taunting me with that rat. - Rat? Yes. He's consorting with it. Deliberately trying to make me think it's important. - The rat. - Exactly! Is the rat important? Of course not! He just wants me to think that it is. Oh, I see the theatricality of it. A rat appears on the boy's first night, I order him to kill it. And now he wants me to see it everywhere. Ooh! It's here! No, it isn't, it's here! Am I seeing things, am I crazy? Is there a phantom rat or is there not? But, oh, no! I refuse to be sucked into his little game of... Should I be concerned about this? About you?
Ratatouille