Not on my Netflix queue, obviously, but a movie nonetheless. If you’re thinking about seeing it, I urge you to catch it in the theater. 3-D movies are way too much fun; and a friend of mine and I came to the conclusion that Pixar movies just don’t pack the same punch on the small screen.
This particular one rivals Wall*E for imaginative-ness of storyline and sheer cuteness. You’ll probably find parts of it either wonderfully moving or unbearably schmaltzy, depending on your tolerance level; for my part, the only tears I cried were ones of hilarity (I won’t spoil it for you, but there are talking dogs). The fabulous m.snowe addresses the movie’s almost complete absence of lady characters much more eloquently than I could, so I’ll add only that I would’ve found this absence much less troubling if it was an isolated incident in the Pixar canon. But it’s such a common theme by now that you have to wonder (or at least I do) why the Pixar dudes apparently find it so easy to imagine women inspiring men on to greatness and adventure, but so difficult to imagine women having adventures of their own.
OK, OK, I had to get my two feminist cents in. Other than that, it’s hard to find a flaw in Up, except maybe for the trailer preceding it for that gawdawful-looking hamster movie. Really? Hamsters? Give me a large break.