Unsurprisingly, visually, Brave is nothing short of breathtaking. From the majesty of the glens and mountains to the eerie tangle of the ancient forests, Chapman and Andrews evoke the wild beauty of Scotland more fully with pixels than any filmic rendition of recent memory. Aurally, too, from the cinema-shaking roar of Mor’du to the soft slap of Merida’s mischievous brothers’ bare feet on cold castle stone, the soundscape is flawless.
Couple this with some stellar voice acting – Connolly and Thompson are perfectly cast as the mismatched Fergus and Elinor – and Brave more than overcomes its script’s occasional shortcomings. It might not match up to Pixar’s greatest, but, full of considerable emotional heft, the colourings of real family life – the unwillingness to see other perspectives; the heated, hurtful and ultimately unmeant words; the hard act of compromise – and aesthetics that would leave an enchanted mirror lost for words, Brave is no simple fable.
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