Up

Up

Firstly we’d like to mention that within an abundance of stinky movie scripts designed to peddle the enjoyment-sapping phenomenon that is CGI, Up stands head and shoulders above the rest. Its touching storyline, depth of character and genuine humor makes Avatar look like a couple of poorly paid actors with blue plastic grocery bags on their heads masturbating for coins. It’s also the first time that Pixar called on the traditional Disney magic of lavishing tragedy upon its heroes: think back to Simba’s father, Bambi’s mother and the line of Disney orphans heading back to the ’40s.
Perhaps its the quality of writing that made the truth of the old man in Up‘s predicament so heart-crushingly realistic that it gave us adults a lump in our throats, never mind the kids. Never since Old Yeller has a kid’s movie so explicitly demonstrated that, contrary to the received benchmark, not everything in life ends with a fairytale wedding. For wide-eyed little innocents, this does indeed truly disturb.