Only a tiny robot, WALL-E (for Waste Allocation Load Lifter:arth class), scoots around on urban terra firma compacting trash into pileshat grow into skyscrapers.įirst sound: a voice lifted in song: “Out there/there’s a world outside ofonkers.” The tune is “Put On Your Sunday Clothes,” a merry ditty from theorgotten 1969 movie version of Hello, Dolly with Barbra Streisand.ALL-E, his eyes like binoculars (hell, they are binoculars!), watches anld, muddy video tape of Dolly with the same yearning we see in Michaelrawford, who plays a young store clerk at the turn of the 20th-century,arbling about finding adventure in a world out of reach, a world full ofhine and full of sparkle: “Girls in white in a perfumed night/Where theights are bright as the stars!”įirst reaction: WALL-E, directed with a poet’s eye by Andrew Stanton Finding Nemo) from a whipsmart and shrewdly accessible script he wrote withim Reardon, is some kind of miracle, Talk about daring. For theast 700 years, what’s left of humanity has been cruising the skies in apaceship.
First image: the Earth as a garbage dump, a future reduced to ruins.
