With the help of his partner, Sandrina Jardel, who wrote the screenplay, and Antoine Delesvaux, who directed, Sfar delivers an animated film which seems to resemble its maker: original and incredibly productive. He refused seven before deciding to bring it to the screen himself, his caustic, novelistic, shimmering epic, from the casbah in Alger to the heart of the African desert. It has been a triumph for his “master”, Joann Sfar, who was crushed under the weight of the offers to adapt his comic. God shudders and readers are eager they devoured The Rabbi’s Cat (900,000 copies sold in five volumes, in nine years). Suddenly he can talk (a lot) and wants to (even more) have his bar mitsvah.

It’s the story of a cat during the 1920s who swallows a parrot. Télérama’s Cinema Wednesday | To defuse the relations between Whites, Blacks, Jews, and Muslims, the author of The Rabbi’s Cat, who is bringing his own comic to the big screen, relies on his hero’s Voltairian mischief. Joann Sfar: “I love Arabs and Jews, but I could care less about religion.” Don’t ask me why.) Here’s an interview I found with him on the internets about the movie and his family and his work: (I have a weakness for Frenchmen in Pantera and NIN t-shirts. He’s a handsome, charming, intellectual-type who wears Pantera t-shirts. Time.)Īnyway, what’s interesting about the movie is Joann Sfar himself. (But here’s the trailer! What kills me every time in the comic and the movies is the Cat’s line: “I will never be alone because my mistress will die before me.” Chokes me up. The animation is so phenomenally beautiful and suffused with warmth and light that I am even more frustrated that I can’t watch the movie all the way through.

Zlabya sounded like a random girl they pulled off the street and the Cat got pretty slapstick screechy at times. Especially Zlabya’s and occasionally the Cat’s. This isn’t a review of the movie, but basically my issue was that I did not like most of the voice actors. I wanted to like the movie more than I did. Sfar’s done a couple movies, Gainsbourg: A Heroic Life in 2010 (?) and a film adaptation of The Rabbi’s Cat in 2011. Tell me this isn’t the most true and hilarious representation of a cat you’ve ever seen: It’s a warm, critical, wry look at religious and racial issues in Algiers in the 1920s. My favorite comic of his is The Rabbi’s Cat. The only person I love more than Brel and Gainsbourg is Joann Sfar, a French comic artist whose mother was an Ashkenazi Jew from the Ukraine and whose father a Sephardic Jew from Algeria.

Vampire loves joann sfar