Monsters, Inc
HTH NFC. But hey, it’s a Pixar movie, and it’s not Cars (which is totally unappealing for some reason).
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<strong>Synopsis</strong> Monsters who collect screams from scaring kids to fuel their world find themselves in a boatload of trouble when a kid infiltrates their world.
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<strong>Thoughts </strong>Mostly predictable, but sweet and funny. I ended up watching this on my Macbook Pro because Lordie, I’m a fucking idiot who let go of a rock climbing wall without a belayer to catch him, and so I spent the rest of the evening lying in bed; it’s just not the same as watching on a 50″ plasma with surround sound.
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So, I wasn’t so blown away by the artwork, though the fuzzy wuzzies were pretty fuzzy wuzzies.
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I just wish the story was less predictable — but after the fundamentals of the story are established in the first ten minutes, you can pretty much tell guess what will follow.
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Kids won’t know that; they don’t have the experience. But adults do, and that’s what keeps this in the realm of children’s fare.
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Is this a fair criticism? Don’t the Incredibles, Ratatouille and Wall-E — all movies I liked more than Monsters, Inc — all suffer from a similar predictability? Perhaps — I’d have to watch the movies all over again (oh, horrors!), but as I’ve mentioned in the past, predictability isn’t a fatal flaw when there’s some special about the treatment. Certainly Ratatouille has a special place in my heart as a food movie — I resisted the urge to applaud when Remy was trying to help his brother (cousin?) how to taste — and the ending was somewhat unexpected. (The tropes of the Pixar genre, if that’s the right phrase, would suggest that the restaurant would be successful and remain open, instead of opening.)
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Or maybe I’m just in a shitty mood because my back hurts, and in the end, Monsters, Inc, didn’t make me cry. (I’ve cried at every other Pixar movie. Assholes. Don’t do that to man, eh?)
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Kids, let this be a lesson: always keep a hand on a hold at all times. No library pun intended.
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