Then someone said, “hey, let’s do a movie about a talking pig in a barnyard who doesn’t want to get turned into pork chops. Not, not Charlotte’s Web, but close. And it will be wise and delightful and poignant, and it will make us all love James Cromwell until the day we die.” That man was director Chris Noonan (with a big assist from the incredible George Miller), the movie was Babe, and cinema as a whole is ever so much better as a result. It opened today in 1995.
(On a tangential note, if you type “Babe” into the image search engine without specifying the movie, you get an entirely different set of pictures.)