FRENCH PIG is a delight. What begins with a historical curiosity -- did people seriously put *animals* on trial?! -- ultimately reaches a place of sincere and familiar pain as Jacobi questions why we persist, emotionally, in affairs we know to be pointless. Along the way, we get a wonderful series of kangaroo court scenes (the prosecutor, a mercury-mad alchemist, wants to chop off the defense's head. His dad is the judge), a gently funny subplot about a borrowed cart, and one memorable talking pig.
FRENCH PIG is a delight. What begins with a historical curiosity -- did people seriously put *animals* on trial?! -- ultimately reaches a place of sincere and familiar pain as Jacobi questions why we persist, emotionally, in affairs we know to be pointless. Along the way, we get a wonderful series of kangaroo court scenes (the prosecutor, a mercury-mad alchemist, wants to chop off the defense's head. His dad is the judge), a gently funny subplot about a borrowed cart, and one memorable talking pig.