United Poultry Concerns is pleased to announce that the animated feature film Chicken Run has won the coveted Fifteenth Annual Ark Trust Genesis Award for Best Feature Film of 2000. For 15 years, the Genesis Awards have honored selected members of the media for exemplary accomplishment in spotlighting animal issues with creativity and integrity. (United Poultry Concerns is responsible for two additional nominations for this years Awards: the April 30th Washington Post article Cracks in the Egg Industry, by Marc Kaufman, concerning the forced molting of hens, and the November 14th show by Emmy winner John Kastner, Chickens are People Too, which featured United Poultry Concerns opposite the poultry industry on the primetime Canadian television program Witness. Last year, The Washington Post won the Genesis Award for Outstanding National Feature for its November 14, 1999 article about United Poultry Concerns, For the Birds, by Tamara Jones.)
The following review of Chicken Run by UPC president Karen Davis appeared in newspapers around the country including the Daily News in Los Angeles, July 13, 2000. We urge everyone to take their kids to see the movieagain! and to rent this years most rented video, Chicken Run!
Reviewed by Karen Davis, President
United Poultry Concerns
During the Animal Rights 2000 conference in Washington DC, several of us left for a couple of hours to see Chicken Run. Activists who had seen the movie praised it, and wed leafleted at theater openings in San Francisco, Atlanta, and Washington, DC. So I was excited, but leery. While one of the directors, Nick Park, was telling interviewers about his horrible job at a chicken slaughterhouse and about his pet chicken at the time named Penny, the other director, Peter Lord, was making it his business to denigrate chickens in interviews, and Burger King was messing with the movie by having the Chicken Run chickens tell people to Eat more beef and save the chickens in collusion with Aardman, the movies production company.
The chickens in Chicken Run live in a 1930s style free-range operation in scattered huts enclosed inside a barbed wire fence that evokes, with effective expressionist imagery, a Nazi concentration camp. It is the world of No light, but rather darkness visible of John Miltons Paradise Lost.
Being kept only to lay eggs and then be killed, every morning the hens must line up while Mrs. Tweedy, the owner of Tweedys Egg Farm, examines each hen to decide which one of them, having become useless, will get the ax today. Mrs. Tweedy is a cruel and vicious Cinderellas stepmother type of woman. Mr. Tweedy, her husband, is the everyman type who follows orders. He sniffs around the barbed wire with his slinking mad-eyed junkyard hounds slavering at the end of their leashes looking for signs of rebellion. Mr. Tweedy slams ‘bad hens into the trash bin. Mrs. Tweedy plots to make more money by installing a mass production chicken-pie factory for the ‘spent hens. Learning about this, the hens redouble their efforts to escape, because as one hen says for all the chickens, I dont want to be a pie.
The hens are locked up with a blustering old rooster who identifies ludicrously with his captors. Wearing a military uniform, he barks out orders at the hens and imagines himself to have been a flying ace in World War One. In this dystopia one individual stands out among the rest, a hen named Ginger. She is the true leader of the flock, the embodiment of their desire to be free. Her mind and will are focused on a Great Escape, on how to sail over the barbed wire and get back to the green world that chickens were meant to be in. She and the other chickens have an ancestral memory of life outside the henitentiary.
In the midst of Gingers plots, repeated frustrations and refusals to give up, along comes Rocky the Flying Rooster, a refugee from the circus who with his hotshot American-style breeziness attempts to reinvent himself and hide his fear of recapture. Rocky brings things to a head at the camp, but he is not the Hero of the Hen Huts. Ginger is. It is her initiative and brooding consciousness, her great sad eyes viewing the spectacle of the world, her burden of having to keep everyone focused on the escape and not degenerate into fragments of illusion and hopeless acceptance of fate, which constitute the moral core of the movie. Ginger must grit her teethin this movie the chickens have the signature teeth of the filmmakersand refuse to let human evil, the centrifugal forces and attrition of everyday life, and her own despair destroy her or her plan to get herself and the rest of the flock safe to the world of green grass. Ginger is a true Chickens Libber, and we identify with her and with the plight of the chickens completely. Neither Peter Lords perfidious gibberish about chickens to the media nor Aardmans sellout to Burger King changes the content of Chicken Run, which rises above its creators and crummy circumstances as do the hens at Tweedys Egg Farm. Unfortunately, the filmmakers have more in common with Mrs. and Mr. Tweedy than they have with the prisoned chickens. And they hide behind art and entertainment to give themselves an alibi to betray the meaning of their own movie. But Chicken Run should be seen by everyone and actively used to promote a vegan world and animal rights.