Even if the glasses are a little iffy.
I took the girls to see Up on opening weekend. Mainly because I’ll go see anything Pixar puts out, but also because I hadn’t seen anything in 3-D since Jaws 3. It’s come a long way since the red and green glasses and the floating, severed limbs.
I was expecting a good time, but I was completely unprepared for what I saw. I hadn’t seen a single preview or commercial for Up and honestly had no clue what the story was even about…actually, not a bad way to go into a movie.
We get settled in after mortgaging the house for tickets. $32 for an adult and 2 kids – at a matinee. Seriously?
The opening 20 minutes of Up are better than anything I’ve seen in a long, long time, animated or otherwise. The story of Carl and his wife, their relationship, the struggles, the laughter, the tears. Unbelievable.
I’m a pretty cynical guy, and am not one for crying at movies. But here I am 15 minutes into the film and I’m getting choked up. I’m sitting here thinking about a wasted life and all the chances we miss and how important it is to live every moment…and will the girls notice if I’m crying behind these dorky glasses. Luckily, I look over and MK is holding out her hand in front of her face, either judging the quality of the new 3-d technology, or just checking out a huge booger – I can’t be sure at this point.
Either way, the girls made it unscathed through the opening chapter. They loved the movie, and so did I. It was classic Pixar; incredible story, great 3-d effects, and that voodoo they weave so well that gets you emotionally invested in a character that looks like a bobblehead doll with a thyroid condition. Overall, very pleased…and now getting pumped for Toy Story III.
Anyone else catch this and agree, or am I way off base with the mad Pixar love? Still trying to decide where to rank this one with Toy Story, Wall-E, and The Incredibles.