Rango a handsome lean lizard is a pet to a human family. He spends his time inside a glass box talking to a plastic fish and a naked headless doll. Things get interesting when during a move, the glass cage falls out of the car and Rango escapes trucks on the highway only to enter the Mojave Desert. It is a return to the garden of Eden minus the water and the greenery but plus a very dangerous snake. Dressed in a Hawaiian Shirt he has entered the natural world. Nature welcomes him by trying to eat him for lunch. An eagle descends from the dry blue sky its claws open aiming for his head. Rango runs.
The Desert. What a place! The moon is magnificent at night and most worthy of worship. The stars are bright as Van Gogh would have liked them to be. But we can forgive animals for not writing poetry or making documentaries because everyone is trying to eat them. Snakes, Eagles. You really have to appreciate these guys for staying alive. For them health care is not a debate. Its more like, ‘oh no one ripped my head off. I am still alive. My health care plan is working.’
Everyone including the narrator of the story expects Rango to die. But Rango discovers a whole town of lizards, bugs and other weird creatures who follow a cowboy culture of bars, duels and heavy accents. These practical creatures of the desert value water so much they keep it in a bank. Their whole economy is based on it. But a terrible thing is happening. The Bank’s water vault has five days of water remaining.
After watching this film, I cycled straight to Barnes & Nobles, and I was thinking of only one thing. Ice cold clear water. The book store offers this for free in a jug. I drank lots of it.
So Rango makes you like water. The Mojave desert is so dry so hot that water sizzles and evaporates from the ground even before a lizard can lick it. When Rango goes to a bar in this town and demands a cool glass of water the whole bar laughs at him. The Bartender slams a cactus on the counter and tells him, Cactus Juice is as good as it gets.