My wife’s sister visited us for about three weeks. In addition to some of the enjoyable activities that we engaged in such as roller coaster-riding, hiking, hanging out at restaurants and some picnicking, I thought we’d catch a nice movie at one of the better multiplexes. “Up” was out and everybody was raving about it. My wife is a big fan of Pixar’s works and she had already seen “Ratatouille” and “WALL-E” and loved them. I was the same, of course.
We follow this man’s journey from his adventurous childhood into his wrinkly, old age, as he falls in love with a wild, airplane-loving young girl. The first half hour is a quick strip of their lives passing by as they join each other in love and then sadly separate in her illness and death. They have promised themselves to fulfill their lifelong dream of visiting the exotic sites of South America, but apparently missed their chance. After a lot of grievance, and at 78 years of age, the old man decides to do so in celebration of his wife’s memory. With thousands of balloons tied to his home, and accompanied by a little chubby boy scout, he flies away.
I become a little reserved whenever I unintentionally hype up a movie, but when has Pixar gone wrong in the past? We had three girls in our group—my wife, her sister and my sister-in-law. The unexpected result was: All three were crying and tearing toward the end of the movie. The whole system came crashing down. What the hell happened? Even my brother felt nostalgic. What’s wrong with you, dude? “The old guy reminded me of my uncle.” Those brilliant filmmakers have always managed to inject some emotional serum into their animated comedies to appeal to adults, but this time the garden hose was left hooked to the vena cava far too long.
To me, the movie was as good as it was sad, but I didn’t care much for the talking dogs. I felt they were distracting and intrusive. Unfortunately, that part constituted a good portion of the movie, so what am I saying here? It’s good, but not that good. In other words, if you missed it at the theaters, don’t fret.