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The Secret of Kells

Illumination Building: The Secret of Kells gives Irish history beautifully distinct animation.


When the 2010 Oscar nominations were announced Feb. 2, there wasn’t a bigger shock than the title of one of the Animated Feature selections. Listed alongside high-profile films Up, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Coraline and The Princess and the Frog was a name that inspired only one reaction: “What the hell is The Secret of Kells?” It’s easy to understand why it might grab the attention of nominating voters. In a category generally dominated by computer animation and the occasional Disney entry—with stop-motion grabbing a spotlight in 2009, as well—here was something with a unique visual style. It was hand-drawn animation, not from a familiar factory-slick template but with a unique vision.

Like many Animated Feature nominees in recent years, The Secret of Kells is a marvel of technical artistry—and also like many Animated Feature nominees, it doesn’t work as well if you care about the story.

Director Tomm Moore’s Irish tale was inspired by the real-life Book of Kells, an illuminated Bible considered one of the nation’s great artistic treasures. The film addresses the creation of the work during the first millennium A.D., at a time when Viking hordes were routinely invading Ireland. At the abbey of Kells, an orphaned boy named Brendan (Evan McGuire) is living under the care of his uncle, the abbot (Brendan Gleeson). All attention is focused on building a massive wall to keep out the feared “Northmen,” but Brendan becomes more interested in the arrival of Brother Aidan (Mick Lally), a refugee from the invaded island of Iona who brings with him the work-in-progress book.

Moore and screenwriter Fabrice Ziolkowski use that framework as a means of touching on a number of themes, most notably the transition from a pagan to Christian Ireland. Brendan befriends a forest faerie named Aisling (Christen Mooney), and ventures into the cave of the demon/deity Crom Cruach on a quest for a powerful crystal. It’s rich material, but despite the conflict between the abbot’s defensive posture and Brother Aidan’s more evangelical bent, The Secret of Kells keeps the religious content fairly simple and inoffensive.

And “simple” really defines the entire narrative arc, which barely bothers with making Brendan a character at all. The opening sequence offers the promise of a feisty, playful lad trapped behind the abbot’s walls, but ultimately it’s hard to distinguish him from a hundred other generically adventurous, acceptably rebellious kid-flick protagonists. There’s more than a little bit of history lesson to The Secret of Kells—and unfortunately, from a narrative standpoint, it feels like it.

History would still be a lot more fascinating, however, if textbooks could provide the kind of visual pop we get here. The basic human character designs are interesting enough, the people often rendered as composites of geometric figures. But Moore and his animators get terrifically creative with other characters, including the pale Aisling with her stream of flowing hair. The invading Vikings become shadowy blocks with rudimentary horns and glowing eyes, abstract figures of chaos; the wolves Brendan encounters in the forest are similarly primitive and monstrous. It’s eye-popping, thrillingly artistic stuff.

And the style given to individual scenes—often colored and crafted to evoke medieval illuminations—is just as charged with invention. At times, Brendan’s chalk-and-slate drawings come to light to portray his imaginative visions; occasionally, the screen will break into panels to convey the equivalent of a montage or the passage of time. Both from a presentation and a content standpoint, this is most definitely not stuff for little kids, whether it’s depicting the violent horror of the Viking siege on Kells or Brendan’s stylized battle with a serpent.

It does seem a shame that, with so much care and imagination invested in the way The Secret of Kells looks, there couldn’t have been a bit more creativity injected into the story. On a rudimentary level, the narrative could have been something dropped into a Catholic Church-approved bit of faith-promotion, with only the portrayal of the childlike Aisling remaining non-committal about non-Christendom. If you turned the sound down, you really wouldn’t miss a thing about The Secret of Kells that’s worth paying attention to. Maybe that’s the way Oscar voters watched it. And maybe they were still right in finding something worth honoring.



Brendan Gleeson, Mick Lalley, Evan McGuire
Not Rated

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