A ton of vivified motion pictures have roused spin-offs, prominently “Shrek,” however Brad Bird’s “Ratatouille” is the first that made me decidedly covet one. Remy, the sincere little rodent who is its legend, is such an adorable, decided, skilled rat that I need to know transpires next, now that he has vanquished the summit of French food. I think running for office won’t not be past his range, and there’s positively something de Gaullean about his nose.
Remy is an individual from an extensive group of rats (a swarm, I believe, is the word) who utilize the junk jars and sewers of a Parisian suburb, much the same as great rats ought to. “Eat your junk!” summons Remy’s dad, Django, clearly an adoring guardian.