From the Disney classics of my childhood to the banal but charming nonsense my two-year-old son likes to gawp at on the telly, I have always been a devotee of cartoons. In this regard, the recent history of cinema has been good to me. We’ve been living through a golden age of animated film. Pixar, of course, takes much of the credit, but there has also been a run of cartoon features aimed squarely at grown-up audiences, the best of which have provided some of the most enjoyable cinema experiences of my adult life. They include Waltz with Bashir, Persepolis and Sylvain Chomet’s stunning double, Belleville Rendez-vous and The Illusionist. The Red Turtle is another film to add to that exalted list.