The Triplets of Belleville (2003) has it all. It’s an animated feast for the eyes featuring a bicyclist named Champion, his heroic grandmother Madame Souza, his dog Bruno who barks at trains, the mafia, grotesquely fat people, three swingin’ old ladies, and some groovin’ music. And it has hardly any dialog (yet is about 10,000 times better than the last film I saw with limited dialog, Drawing Restraint 9). I’m so glad I finally saw this film, I think it will be one of my all time favorites.
Check out the opening of the film which is one the great sequences I’ve seen on film in a long time (albeit I’m creeped out by the part where Fred Astaire is eaten by his shoes and Josephine Baker caricature is kind of racist, although it is an attempt to replicate animation of more racist times).
Panorama of the Mountains 