Babe: Pig in the City is a vastly underrated sequel. Most of the people who went to see it in the theaters expected a rehash of the original film. What they got was a much darker story with those same characters we had grown to love (which made it all the more effective). I won't say much more about my admiration than this statement: It's a testament to it's craft when one shot of an
orangutan putting on a jacket strikes more emotion than many human acted dramas.
As with the first film, Roscoe does service as the narrator. Whereas his voice was kindly and sage in the first, it takes on new qualities with this much different material:
The Narrator: "Something broke through the terror - flickerings, fragments of his short life, the random events that delivered him to this, his moment of annihilation. As terror gave way to exhaustion, Babe turned to his attacker, his eyes filled with one simple question: Why?"
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