Movie Review of "The Triplets of Belleville"

So I watched the Triplets of Belleville, thinking it is funny and hoping it can cheer me up. However, it turned out to be a total scary movie to me, by interweaving wild imagination and reality checks together. Ironically, real scary movies do not really scare me, with all those bloody scenes I cannot say that the music is not delightful, or the image is not cute, or

the grandma she devoted all herself to make her grandson happy.

the wordless grandson: he is the guy who scares me most. He doesn't smile, doesn't talk, and doesn't seem to think or just wink. Plus, he doesn't do anything besides biking. When he gets locked up by the Mafia, he isn't horrified, and when he is freed, he doesn't seem to be happy. To me, he is the most soulless thing in the movie. He is a poor kid with no parents, but he is also fortunately enough to have a miraclous grandma who does everything to train and protect him.

What it implies: the power of women and the cruelty of life.

A movie full of implied feminism. In the beginning, the three huge women get out of the car. Two squeeze their husband out like an accessory and one had hers stuck in her butt.

The reality:
(1) time lapses, grandma grows older and older and grandson becomes a middle-aged mediocre from a little boy.

(2) the grandson is not a top racer despite all the training.

(3)