George Clooney stars as a British fox in this 2009 film adaptation of a classic Roald Dahl children’s novel. Here are five points to consider.

1) Virtually all the inherent Britishness of Dahl’s work is inexplicably set aside or Americanized, with the main characters all very much from this side of the pond in slang and mannerisms, and the only remaining traces lying in the accents of the evil farmers.

2) In reality, this is less an adaptation of the widely beloved tale and more Wes Anderson jacking off all over the pages and then asking if you want to pay $10 to smell it—the inexplicable and inexcusable whole-cloth manufacturing of a martial arts enthusiast character speaks volumes, both about Anderson’s contempt for his source material and his pandering to an American audience that apparently feasts on that kind of crap.

3) Setting aside the wanton rape of one of Dahl’s best books, the animation is really rather good and the story flows along at a decent and entertaining clip.

4) As though rural British musicians channel Appalachia, Anderson treats us to a banjo-powered ditty outlining the exploits of Mr. Fox from the perspective of the farmers; the song, performed by English talent Jarvis Cocker, is entertaining in and of itself, but the idea that such a thing would spring naturally from the British countryside is highly suspect and, at best, incongruous.

5) Had Anderson merely ripped off the underlying concept and set this tale in Kentucky or Kansas, rather than pretending it is in any way related to Dahl’s book, this movie would be an order of magnitude easier to watch.