The Disney formula of a girl
experiencing the call to adventure is usually made more interesting by a twist
on the basic premise. In Mulan, Fa Mulan has to pretend to be a
boy. In Tangled, Rapunzel shares protagonist duties with Flynn;
in Frozen, Anna and Elsa share protagonist duties, and one has to
rescue the other after she isolates herself for being too dangerous (and almost
becomes the film’s antagonist), while a character who seems like the love
interest turns out to be the real antagonist, and the true love story is
between two sisters. A similar villainous inversion features in Beauty
and the Beast, where Beast is set up as an antagonist and becomes the love
interest, flipping the story from one of resistance in imprisonment to finding
understanding beyond superficial barriers.
Where other Disney princess films have
tried to liven up the rigid formula with twists and variations, Moana slavishly
follows it to a T, presumably hoping its colourful setting will compensate for
its total lack of creativity. The film is predictable from beginning to end,
far more so than even other Disney princess features – it doesn’t even attempt
to vary the little things. Its largest departure from the predictable is an
absence – unlike previous pets/mascots which usually had some kind of
personality, Moana’s pet is a chicken who is so stupid it can’t even be trusted
to eat food or stay away from the ocean, constantly trying to peck at and
swallow stones or walking off cliffs. Its total lack of a brain is the joke.
The laziness of this detail sums up the film in microcosm.
Moana herself is charming, in a
prefabricated sort of way. She is introduced as capable and determined, having
already become accomplished enough to be considered a chief of the tribe at 16.
While more sensible films would leave some room for development or at least
introduce a flaw, Moana is perfect from the start. She just doesn’t know how to
sail, and she learns that over five minutes’ screen time. It’s a testament to
Auli'i Cravalho’s performance as well as proof of how starved we are for
capable, independent female protagonists that she remains likeable despite
being utterly-middle-of-the-road: nice enough, brave enough, kind enough, smart
enough. If you mapped her traits onto a polygon of numbered lines, like an RPG
character, she’d be a perfect circle: totally capable and not at all
interesting.
Although Dwayne Johnson can usually be
counted on for outsize charisma, his egomaniac demi-god Maui is a mixed bag,
owing to the inconsistent characterisation of a script which can’t decide
whether he’s an amoral antihero who’ll use Moana as monster-bait to get back
his magical fishhook, or a rogue with a heart of gold who’ll go along with her
on her prospective suicide mission and even teach her to sail. Adding to the
way he bounces between the two extremes is a perfunctory attempt at deepening
his characterisation with the sombre revelation that he was abandoned by his
parents – despite being the sort of devastating fact that would require years of
therapy to work through, the depression Maui falls into is cured by a spirited
pep talk from Moana.
This refusal to seriously deal with
anything that might be remotely negative or involve conflict is typical
of Moana, which is written to have as many triumphant shots of
Moana sailing forward with joyous music playing is possible, and to minimise
any sign that she might have flaws or weaknesses. Once Maui obligatorily storms
off and leaves Moana hopeless, and she experiences her dark night of the soul
and doubts her ability to be the Chosen One and save the world, her heroic
resolve is found and reaffirmed within two minutes. At a pivotal early moment
in the film, a beloved family member dies, and as her spirit moves through the
sea to lift Moana’s boat, not a single moment is spared on tears or a
recognition of the fact that Moana’s loved one is dead: we transition instantly
to the same Polynesian choir harmonies and dramatic shots of Moana sailing to
her uninteresting destiny. Consider how Frozen could spend
multiple songs on the conflict between Anna and Elsa; consider that “Do You
Want to Build a Snowman?” is a whole song dedicated to their separation and
loneliness. How much more emotionally earned and heartfelt is the triumphant
climax for this time spent on establishing the sadness and the heartbreak?
But Moana doesn’t want to do the work. The climax is presented
as a meaningful moment, as if it's bring some theme to fruition about
"remembering who you are" and love conquering hate and heartlessness,
but the script never lays the groundwork to develop any of those themes, so it
just comes off as weird and incongruous.
Lin Manuel-Miranda, evidently
exhausted from Hamilton, produces an uninspiring soundtrack whose
sole highlight is thankfully also the main theme, Moana’s “How Far I’ll Go” –
the rest is unfunny riffs on demigod sidekick Maui’s egomania (“You’re
Welcome”) that will make you nostalgic for “Gaston”, the ridiculous novelty
character spotlight song “Shiny”, and admittedly-decent Polynesian vocal harmonies
for the ancestral song, “We Know the Way”.
While the script may be lazy and
uninspiring, and the music little better, half of Moana’s crew have
clearly put in the work – the animators. Full of gorgeously detailed and
beautifully-rendered undersea locations, storms, lava-monster battles, and
verdant islands, Moana is a visual delight. Since acquiring
Pixar, Disney can count on always impressing the viewer with the look of the
film – an ideal marriage of the two companies can produce something heartfelt,
with universal archetypes used in the service of a personal and moving story,
like Frozen. When one half of the team slacks off, you wind up with
the gorgeous-but-empty Moana.