Cinema: The Iron King

An animated tale about life, death and paranoia

A lonesome little boy, hyperactive and hyperimaginative. A big, scary monster who doesn't know his own strength--especially the strength of his sweet soul. An uncomprehending world that would rather exercise its many itchy trigger fingers than try to understand that which is strange to it.

Been there? Done that? Well, sure. But Brad Bird, who directed The Iron Giant, and Tim McCanlies, who wrote this handsomely animated feature, have given it a special urgency by the simple expedient of setting it in exactly the right time and place. That would be 1957 in a small town in Maine. It's a moment...

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