Although I wouldn’t call Mary and Max. (the latest claymation flick by Adam Elliot of Harvie Krumpet renown) a feel-good flick, it certainly pulls at your heartstrings while simultaneously causing some ROTF laughing. Not only is everything about the feature aesthetically spot-on, the script is ingeniously written with little dialogue gems like the following:
“Unfortunately in America, babies are not found in cola cans. I asked my mother when I was four and she said they came from eggs laid by rabbis. If you aren’t Jewish, they’re laid by Catholic nuns. If you are an atheist, they’re laid by dirty, lonely prostitutes. So this is where babies come from in America.”
The characters are flawed, pitiful, and desperately in need of each other. Mary, with her birthmark the color of poo, has horrid parents, schoolmates that pee on her lunch, and a crush on the dapper neighbor boy. Max has an eating problem, terrible anxiety, and busies himself by making up new words like “comfuzzled, which is being confused and puzzled at the same time, snirt, which is a cross between snow and dirt and smushables, which are squashed groceries that you find at the bottom of the bag.” In their exchange of letters, chocolate, and other tchotskies, they try to find solace.
Shot over the course of a year with an average of 24 seconds of animation produced each day, the film is based on the real-life, 20-year penfriend of the director:
“He is such an interesting person and the creation of this film will be a testimony to him and the archetypical underdog that so many audiences around the world engage with. He, like Max, has Asperger’s and I have spent a long time researching this syndrome. My aim is to not just enlighten the world to ASPIES, but to demystify the many misconceptions others have about these people (even the so-called experts).” — Adam Elliot
A must see.