Henry and I are just back from a matinee of Pixar's latest release. The point of the movie is that people (or rats) can rise above their station and follow their ambition. I don't find rats anywhere close to cute, neither could I believe Remy the personified rat could control hopeless non-cook Linguini by pulling on his hair from under his hat. Still, I enjoyed Ratatouille. If you don't have my quibbles, you'll probably love it.