Rango is inessential. It’s a matter of expectations tumbling around. Listmaking possibilities. Questions pressuring you. Do I need to see an animated lizard voiced by Johnny Depp reenact Sergio Leone’s masterpieces in a movie that has no target demographic? A Greek chorus of mariachi…
Read this whole thing, because it’s worth reading the whole thing. I watched Rango on an airplane over the Atlantic Ocean because I quite literally had nothing better to do, and it threw me for a loop every few minutes. I knew it wasn’t a true children’s movie the second the roadkilled armadillo started talking. It really is a startling little movie, and I recommend it.
