I love Pixar. I love them because they, unlike most of Hollywood, realize that they are successful because they make great stories. (Hollywood thinks they are successful because they use computers to draw things.) I love Pixar because they have stood up to Disney in a way no one ever has. And I love Pixar because they provide opportunities to wonderful animators like Brad Bird. But most of all, I love Pixar because their films are tremendous fun. And with Nemo, they are now 5 for 5. (And, strangely enough, seem to have gotten even stronger since their first few.) Finally, though, the thing preventing this film from being an absolute masterpiece is its own imagination. It simply has too many great characters. There are two distinct groups here: the ocean characters and the fish tank characters � they are affectionately named the Tank Gang. Both groups are interesting enough for their own film. But put them together and one group suffers � (I think it�s the fish tank characters) � and that�s a real shame. Still, there is a tremendous amount of humor and light-hearted fun here. For example, I love the fact that one of the tank fish is schizophrenic, and she is named Deb/Flo. That's brilliant. Dory may be the most refined animated character I have seen in quite some time. Willem Dafoe and Geofrey Rush do a wonderful job with their characters as well. (Not to dismiss the rest of the cast. They are all wonderful. DeGeneres, Rush and Dafoe are just the tiniest bit more spectacular.) Finally, how�s this for an amazing fact? The same person has written the screenplays for Toy Story, A Bug�s Life, Toy Story 2, Monster Inc., and Finding Nemo. And he even directed this one. Now that�s just plain ridiculous.
�No. No, you can't... STOP! Please don't go away. Please? No one's ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave... if you leave... I just, I remember things better with you! I do, look! P. Sherman, forty-two... forty-two... I remember it, I do. It's there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And-and I look at you, and I... and I'm home! Please... I don't want that to go away. I don't want to forget.� |
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