gender and sexuality. It revels in the phallic symbolism of his tumescent
appendage, which adaptations for children tend to skirt.
And the character is a case study in another syndrome that can seem ever-
more acute
—the lure of fame and easy money. Temporarily, Pinocchio is
seduced
by the bright lights of the puppet theatre. “To be famous is to be
real,” declares a villain in the new Disney film, diverting him from the straight
and narrow with the prospect of being “an influencer”.
Fun versus duty,
autonomy and submission, innocence and experience:
Carlo Collodi’s tale, first published in Italian in serial form in 1881, suggests
many enduring themes and interpretations. In
the shmaltzy Disney take,
when Pinocchio goes to Pleasure Island, supposedly a carefree paradise, it
looks a lot like Disney World
—an odd sort of marketing, given all the visitors
are turned into donkeys. As Geppetto, the puppet’s old man, Mr Hanks sets
sail in a small boat, a sequence that could be an out-take from
“Cast Away”,
a desert-island movie he made with the same director, Robert Zemeckis.
Geppetto brings the goldfish along in a bowl. You half-fear he might eat it.
Mr del Toro’s spin is deeper and darker. Strange as it is to say of an animated
film narrated by a cricket (voiced by Ewan McGregor), there is little magic
here. In a revamp set in Mussolini’s Italy, Geppetto fashions the puppet in a
drunken fit of grief for a child he lost in the first world war. Instead of cavorting
on Pleasure Island, Pinocchio is conscripted into a Fascist boot-camp; in his
mistreated purity he is likened to Jesus Christ. The distinguishing feature of
a real boy, in this telling, is that he can die.
If
that sounds bleak, try Collodi’s original text.
Even by the standards of
chi
ldren’s classics, it is macabre. Almost the first thing Pinocchio does is kill
the annoying cricket.
He is stabbed, hanged, burned and enlisted as a
farmer’s guard-dog; bandit weasels offer him a kickback to let
them steal
chickens. His is a world of violence, random death, corruption, hunger and
penury. “When poverty is truly poverty, everyone—even kids—understands
it,” says a zingy new translation by Anna Kraczyna and John Hooper (who
also writes for The Economist).
This delinquent
Pinocchio is “a lazy bum”. Like many nagging offspring, he
is both famished and a fussy eater. Selfish and rude, he makes Geppetto
miserable. In a suitably modern revision, Mr del Toro’s moral lies less in what
children do to parents than what parental strictures and expectations do to
children. Defiance, as much as devotion, becomes the goal of Pinocchio’s
odyssey.
Always, though, the crux of the drama is found in the belly of the beast
—the
sea monster which, after all their rows and misadventures, swallows both