Laika can do no wrong. Mostly. I didn’t love ParaNorman, but that’s a minor sin made up of a handful of minor grievances, and besides, four years on, I might love it if I revisited it. The real proof of Laika’s excellence is that they haven’t yet made a really bad film, the repugnant, inexcusable kind that makes you question your faith in film. They haven’t even made a movie that’s regular-strength bad. They’ve just made solid to excellent films, with their latest, Kubo and the Two Strings, falling under the latter designation.
And I’ll cut off there, because you’ve heard plenty already. Just go to Paste Magazine to take in my full review in its lengthier-than-normal glory.
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