Coffee table book, really – meaning the text is pretty light and the magnificent pictures are the main raison d'être. But I did enjoy the shallow background into the production that Mr Stuart (no author, but an adequate tale-teller) kindly provides. It veers away from any type of back-stabbing or conflict, and often reads a bit like a rose-tinted press release. But, in a way, that’s a nice change. And I liked many of the cute anecdotes like the velcroed signature panel on the contract, the wooden chocolate bars in the factory, and the off-screen “love” triangle between Violet and Veruca and Charlie. And of course the whole Quaker Oats thing is a hilarious irony. Best anecdote is how they came up with the closing lines. I appreciate the movie even more after reading this book, notably the fact that the wacky non-sequitur-packed tone (my favourite aspect of the movie as I’ve grown) was very intentionally brought to life. The eternal longevity of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory is a bit hard to quantify or qualify. It’s basically the story of a bi-polar, power-mad, child-murdering hermit. With cute songs. But the tone and pitch are perfection. I (and presumably lots of kids and faux-adults) love those songs, and the dark, utterly unique sense of humour, and the psychedelic sets, and both the thought of unlimited candy and the karmic justice doled out to the spoiled brats and the kind-hearted underdog. It’s one of a kind.
8/10