Pixar goes full redneck. One suspects this might have originally been titled “Cars Story” in keeping with its studio forebear, but that extra term in the name might have strained its target audience’s literacy level. For sure, I avoided this movie for a very long time, as I deduced from its upfront story elements—a thinly disguised NASCAR theme served up with a high degree of local yokel hi-jinx in a lot of the plot—that much about this work would not appeal to me from a baseline perspective. On top of that, viewing the film reveals another issue: a protagonist who is so relentlessly unappealing that it is hard to believe through most of the running time that the viewer will ever come about and actually root for him. Add to that some cookie cutter characters—including a few who would today probably fall under the baleful eyes of the identity crowd—and any number of predictable story elements, and it seems like this movie was just destined not to be my cup of tea, or motor oil as the case may be. No matter—the film found a gigantic audience anyway. And, I will admit, given all the above, it comes across as something of a miracle when, in the end, even the most disinterested viewer finds some redemption (and at least a bit of surprise) in the denouement. Add to that another welcome element—the movie gets the history of the impact of the interstate highways on small-town America 100% right—and there’s enough here for this film to earn a qualified recommendation. It’s no work of genius, to be sure, and in stretches it’s even a bit boring, but you don’t have to be ashamed of watching it, either. That’s about the the maximum praise this piece can get from this decidedly citified driver.
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Sunday, August 7, 2011
Toy Story 3
Yes, it is a tear-jerker. But at least it comes by its emotional impact honestly, unlike some other Pixar efforts. This presumed denouement of the series charts some of the same territory as the last chapters of The House at Pooh Corner--a rumination on growing up and leaving childhood behind, and how the echoes of those younger days stay with us while also being passed down to another generation at the same time. The movie is nuanced, complex, well-thought out and well-written, and it's hard to imagine anyone not liking this movie, or at least not finding it effective and entertaining. The hardcore cynic inside may nag at you, but his voice is weak compared with this film's loud and clear statements.
Friday, July 11, 2003
Monsters Inc.
The nice part about watching this movie: listening to the terrified screams of children, of course. All cynical humor aside, this really is an entertaining and amusing bit of animated schtick. It's well-designed--naturally; Pixar has the template down pat by now--and witty, without trying too hard to be hip and "now"; i.e., no surfer- and/or jive-talking characters. Just funny stuff.
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