Andrew Root on An American Tail (1986):
"As they board a transatlantic ship, Fievel asks questions endlessly; is that water the ocean? Does that smoke mean the ship is on fire? Are those seagulls? What’s a herring, and how are they different from just a regular ol’ fish? Fievel’s unbounded curiosity leads him out onto the deck during a storm, and he is swept overboard by the cruelty of the winds and waves. At the immigrant processing centre in New York, Papa’s tears appear unbidden, his jovial nature drained, his sadness complete. Afloat in a bottle, Fievel is exhausted, bewildered and lost. And the sadness - the dark liquid sadness - is very, very real."