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Brad Bird - The Individual

Animator and director Brad Bird wrote and created three movies that demonstrate something strongly inherent to the American spirit and philosophy: the individual. 

Premiering with The Iron Giant in 1999, Bird went on to Pixar with The Incredibles in 2004 and most recently Ratatouille in 2007; to date, he’s directing Mission Impossible IV with Tom Cruise, his first live-action film endeavor, and another mark in his unique characteristics of a director capable of both animation and live-action projects. In a rare feat he’s created three commercially (nix The Iron Giant, perhaps) and critically successful films that are all entertaining and incredibly smart: likely a product of working on The Simpsons, Bird has always managed to evenly mix entertainment value with sharp writing studded with significantly darker and more mature themes. 

So what makes Bird so intriguing? It could be that he was a child prodigy, drawing and completing an astounding fifteen-minute animated at age thirteen over the course of two years; or at age fourteen, he was mentored by one of Disney’s legendary Nine Old Men, Milt Kahl; or possibly that upon receiving a scholarship from Disney to attend CalArts, he met and befriended John Lasseter at age twenty-one. Whatever it may be, there’s no denying that Bird adds distinct flourishes to each frame and cleverly mixes in more adult, darker thematics that are pervasive throughout his entire filmography thus far. Most notably, however, is his distinct emphasis on the exceptional individual, the one who’s abilities supersede everyone else around them, and how this exceptionalism can both be celebrated and deterred by the very people surrounding it. 

Arguably, Bird’s emphasis on the exceptional individual may be a result of his own childhood and the time period he grew up in; however, I’m not here to speculate how Mr. Bird got to where he is today, but what his films explore, and most interestingly why he is such a notable progressive within the realm of animation. 

Iron Giant, Loving Heart

You can learn this, Hogart. That I can do anything I want, whenever I want if I feel it’s in the people’s best interest.

With the debut of The Iron Giant, Brad Bird demonstrated something unusually characteristic of his writing and directing style that we can see with his two subsequent films. Traditionally animated, the film takes place in the Golden Fifties, where McCarthyistic sentiment just begins to take hold of public sentiment. While it is a classic boy-and-his-alien/mystical-friend parable, what sets The Iron Giant apart from the likes of E.T. is how much emphasis there is on the Iron Giant’s other wordily abilities, and how it’s (his?) abilities set off a chain of positive and negative reaction from the people within proximity. Hogarth, the boy who finds him, balances out the Giant’s presence with a positive presence who is astounded by the robot, while Kent Mansley, the U.S. Government agent, serves as the negative presence who considers the robot as a threat. 

The contrast between the boy Hogarth and the government official Mansley is a strong one to consider: here we have the young, free-spirited boy who emphasizes with a amnesiac robot with no friends, and is able to appreciate the giant’s abilities and personality; conversely, we have a promotion-interested government agent who acts antagonistically to the giant’s presence, simply because he is driven to become more acknowledged by the democracy he serves. To put it simply, we’ve got the young boy symbolic of individualism and the official symbolic of collectivism: Hogarth acts simply because he’s interested in the Giant as a individual, and Mansley acts harshly because he’s interested in recognition from the collective democracy. 

Mansley’s characterization differs from those of the government in E.T. because it’s clear he has ulterior motives that are in self-interest, while officials in E.T. acted because wanted to study (and dissect) an unknown alien life form. Both The Iron Giant and E.T. frame government officials in a unfavorable light, but The Iron Giant goes further to highlight individual corruption within a collective that invariably hired such individuals to represent the collective. In Mansley’s case, his M.O. is a parable for those who feel threatened by an entity greater than they are, and react by finding means to drag down such exceptionalism to the level of mundanity and commonness. 

An Incredible Ability

Right now, honey, the world just wants us to fit in, and to fit in, we gotta be like everyone else.

With The Incredibles in 2004, Bird again explored the motif of the government bogging down exceptional individuals, and more explicitly so. Early in the film, it’s clear that the government acts on behalf of popular sentiment, in which case it’s that supers are a “menace” to society and rather than using their superpowers for civil service, should live as indiscriminately, inconspicuously and unspectacularly as everyone else – like “normal people." 

Here, the antagonism is less the government and more the collectivist fervor that, perhaps out of jealousy, fear, or both, deems exceptionalism as a threat and not a celebratory feat. More explicit than The Iron Giant is the theme that to be forced into "normalcy” effectively destroys any sense of individualism or uniqueness, and is even cruel for the matter. We see Mr. Incredible/Bob Parr forced into a tiny grey cubicle, his giant physique barely allotting him elbow room as he works within the stifling confines of an insurance company. While his insatiable good conscious drives a persistent twitch for doing good (his clients know every single loophole within the bureaucracy we know as bullsh*t paperwork), Bob isn’t happy. Not one bit. 

And who could blame him? When you’re suddenly dragged, forced and stuffed into something artificially “normal,” it’s absolutely suffocating. You can’t breathe, think, live, and most importantly be yourself. It’s a cruel punishment, to feel smothered by what otherwise feels like an overwhelming mass of mediocrity that seems to find “new ways to celebrate mediocrity.”

Even worse is that Bob’s work superiors are not only unexceptional, but dishonest, petty, manipulative, and greedy – the very same characteristics he worked hard to curtail in his glory days. As many of us can attest to, there’s nothing worse than having an incompetent jackass of a boss looking over cubicle and giving you heads up about “fun tie fridays” then casually mentioning that you might want to consider getting a new shirt while you’re out getting a new tie (and I’m sure on more than one occasion we’ve all had the urge to chuck our jackass boss through a couple of walls and cubicles). His boss, however unlikable, shares the same exact mentality as the collective that put Bob and other supers into their current deteriorating state: be a nice cog that fits nicely into other cogs that make up a nice, working clock. 

Anyone Can Cook

Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.

Though Ratatouille wasn’t Bird’s original idea (that credit belongs to Jan Pinkava, director of the famous Pixar short Geri’s Game), his revision of Pinkava’s original story is in the very vein of his previous two movies. This time, the antagonistic element lies solely within the social structures developed and accepted by a specific culture, and how one unusual and uncannily skilled protagonist finds his way to overcoming such barriers. 

Remy, the rat with a nose for smell and taste, is the least likely chef and food enthusiast you could possibly imagine. But here he is, in the fur, and ready to rock and roll. Unfortunately, human perception of rats is unfavorable, and since he’s trying to become an exceptional chef by human standards well – seems like we’ve run into a problem now. 

The movie’s motto, anyone can cook, speaks volumes about exceptionalism coming from anywhere: not anyone can cook, but a great cook from come from anywhere – even a rat. Of course, it’s difficult to overcome and overlook presumptions and assumptions about social barriers and norms that otherwise block an unwitting talent from ever blooming to full potential, but nevertheless it takes a lot of courage to even acknowledge such a talent to begin with. 

Ratatouille’s ideological antagonism is less the collective and more about assumptions and views we may have regarding someone based off their background, race, upbringing (or in this case, species). It still celebrates the individual ability, but frames it so in a way that is less dismissive than The Incredibles and more about progressive open-mindedness and a dare to defend something novel, talented, and unusual. 

The Individual 


Like I said in the beginning, Bird’s driving thematic is the exceptional individual overcoming obstacles prevalent. Whether it be a corrupt government official or a illogically jealous and fearful community, or even the fact that you want to be an ace chef despite being non-human – well to hell with it all, we want these characters to rise above all!

This sentiment is all too familiar to Horatio Alger’s famous penny novels about poor souls pulling themselves up “by their own boot strings” to become rich and prosperous elites (notwithstanding the various barriers that barred about 99% of the population from ever achieving such a feat). Like Alger’s rags-to-riches stories, Bird’s ideological vein throughout his three movies rings and resonates so soundly with such an American dream, that the individual, through their own means, can overcome whatever barriers would otherwise shun those less capable or less exceptional of pursuing thus wise. 

In this sense, Brad Bird really does embody a distinctly American spirit, one that celebrates exceptionalism and individual achievement. While I don’t completely agree with this philosophy (I think there’s a value to the individual and the collective; to what degrees and variance I may elaborate on another day), I can understand where he’s coming from in this respect. 

To date, I think The Incredibles probably represents Bird the best, while Ratatouille highlights a more humane and optimistic sentiment. With his upcoming Mission Impossible IV, I look forward to seeing how Bird’s action direction in animation translates to live-action with Tom Cruise on board, and whether the qualities and limits of both animation and live-action will affect Bird’s directing abilities. For now, we’ll just have to see what he has up his sleeve, to wait and see what action-packed adventure Mr. Bird can savorily dish out for us next. 

I think I’m going to throw up too. I want to thank the Academy and my Jr. High guidance counselor. Where he said “what do you want to do with your life”. And I said “make movies.” And he said “what if there were no movies?” I said “I’ll make some.” We went on like this until we got sick of eachother. I realize that he gave me the best training for making films.


I want to thank my wife Liz and my kids. All the dreamers at Pixar and Disney….


And all the dreamers who are supporting a rat that dreams….

– Brad Bird at the 2008 Oscars

Anthony Bourdain - World Citizen

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness – Mark Twain. 

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Anthony Bourdain is one hell of a guy. 

Bone marrow, testicles, eyeballs, beating hearts – this is man who spits in the face of culinary reserve, a distinct individual who is unpretentious about what he likes or dislikes and wholly willing to look beyond preconceived notions. A classic world citizen. A revolutionary. 

Most travel hosts put on an act of advertisement. They go to a place, brief over some facts, find a glitzy place and bam – a show. And that’s what it is: a glossed over, boxed up product devoid of intellect or cultural empathy. Past their smiles and peppy personas and happy airs they are salesmen, milking money from human restlessness to traverse. They want you to go “oooo” and “aaah” and “woww” at their clipped version of life; they want you go desire something beyond what you already have, to escape to their white bread version of travel and culture. 

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Not Bourdain. He grimaces, swears, smokes, drinks, insults without hesitation. He’s imperfect, flawed and unwilling to pretend otherwise. Comfort reserve is a foreign idea, and that’s what makes his show exceptional – the complete lack of ethnocentrism. 

When “No Reservations” first broadcasted in 2005, there was something immediately different about his presentation. Bourdain was the host, but he wasn’t the focus: the scenery, the people, the culture, and by God the cuisine – it’s shamelessly food porn, cinematography and all. Ingredients, preparation, technique – absolute desire. Scrumptious. Delicious. 

“No Reservations” is more of a documentary than a travel show. Bourdain makes no pretense of how he feels or who he is, something that so many travel hosts avoid. The “wow’!” and “amazing!” and “yum-o!” and “how bizarre!” – they’re nowhere to be uttered. He’s self-referential, self-aware of his own knowledge and lack thereof. 

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Most importantly, he plays by the rules of the areas he visits. Breaking away from all comfort and familiarity, Bourdain dives into the heart of cultures: without the self-delusion of “exterior wisdom” he goes straight to what is true of the places he traverses to, to learn and narrate to us what is beyond our own notions of opulence. 

This is not a show – it’s an education, a grand execution in presentation and production, an unflinching look into normality that is specific to every culture and its respective history. 

It’s the kind of mentality that I, as an ethnic minority, can’t welcome enough. 

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More than once I’ve encountered peers who express shock or disbelief at certain habits or tastes of mine. No shoes in the house? Different ways of preparing tofu? You don’t refer to parents by their first name? Sticky green rice and mung bean? Gigantic bowls of phở with meat bits and red with Sriracha chili sauce? Blasphemy! they’d say, or What the hell is that?!

It’s all fun and games, but when it comes to traveling and depicting different cultures, it’s this sort of reservation that renders international locales into caricatures, exotic freak shows that lure the otherwise apprehensive white bread loving individuals fortunate enough to even travel. By presenting what is normal and empathetic to others as something “bizarre” or “exotic,” the final product is invariably ethnocentric and shallow. 

I don’t watch Andrew Zimmern’s “Bizarre Foods” for this reason. The name and premise are big ethnocentric billboards, tag lines to entrance viewers into watching a “freak show” of ethnic cuisines and practices. Maybe he’s just trying to get viewers, maybe he’s just trying to make a name for himself, maybe he’s just trying to present different cultures with a different style – regardless, I can’t support a show that posits itself on such terms. 

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Bourdain and his production team shares my sentiments, and it shows very clearly in how everything is shot and focused on. Bourdain is a narrator, a familiar voice that we come back to as the camera captures scenes of passing cars, working locals, colors of flora – a portrait of what we are unfamiliar with. The people, neighborhoods, cuisine – these are the stars of the show. In a sea of culture, history and emotions, Bourdain is no disconnected commentator nor guffawing, baffled visitor who “knows better” – he’s human, a individual who understands that these are people’s lives he’s presenting, that they too have incredibly human stories to tell and share. 

So toss out your nutrition labels and calories, your paved roads and air conditioning, your shopping plazas and towering malls, your PETA and McDonalds – in order to see beyond the familiar, you have to willingly disconnect yourself from the familiarity – the breaking point of ethnocentrism and gateway to world citizenship. It is the ultimate awakening to a greater understanding of our own mortal and universal condition of being human. 

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Bravo, Mr. Bourdain, bravo. I’m sure you’ve Mark Twain quite a run for his money.