Gimme a margarita, straight up.
But Pirates! comes with all the usual Aardman strengths intact, particularly the sense that its characters and creators alike are too good-hearted and sweet to nitpick. The ambition is all in the craft rather than in the storytelling, but it’s hard to say no to the proficiency of that craft, or the mild good cheer behind it.
Each beetling rampart, and each tower sublime.
Fathers of families with corpulent wives and a numerous progeny, never heed the torture they impose upon the unhappy animal but they one and all crowd into the feeaton with a turn over seat and drive away with their families to Clapton, Hackney, Turnham Green or Bow—in short wherever their country box may be situated. That diminutive quadruped, the pony, too, is enlisted in the barbarous cause, and is made, now-a-days, to do the duty of a dray-horse: it is really monstrous to see the work they are called upon to perform. The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals should look to this. The heartless drivers of these “equicides,” or horse-killing carriages know little and care less about rotatory motion,—they are not aware that the smaller a wheel is in circumference the heavier is the draft. The ladies, poor souls, imagine that because the wheels are small, the carriage must be light;
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