Well! Visually a delight, as expected from Pixar. Definitely the first movie to make me ashamed of my concession stand snack purchases. By the end of the film, I totally wanted to run out and become a master chef. But it was the middle of the night, so I ended up microwaving some waffles instead. It just wasn’t the same.
Pixar’s visual designers must have the most fun of any people in the film industry. I wish to god I’d made the sort of career choices that would allow me to spend months investigating the best restaurants and most scenic areas of Paris on Disney’s dime. Kudos to whoever was responsible for designing those ultra-Europey cars in the street scenes; they clearly had a blast.
Scriptwise, the movie seemed unnecessarily intricate. Once they’d committed to the sitcom-like ‘elaborate deception’ plotline, I think they might have been better off spending screen time fleshing out more character details, instead of the half-dozen or so subplots they had going by the end. They made a point of introducing this kitchen staff full of characters with supposedly fascinating backstories, and then never really capitalized on any of that.
Much as I enjoyed the Food Critic of the Apocalypse, it seemed like he belonged in a completely separate film from the plotline with the secret will. What was the deal with that, anyway? They build up the paternity issue as if it were going to be the big secondary plotline, and then doodly-doodly-doop! Suddenly it’s resolved, and there’s still half the movie to get through! And I’m like: “Wait-- what? Is this an extended dream sequence? Hmm… No, I guess that actually happened…”
The twist ending was fairly baffling as well. I have nothing against confounding expectations, but honestly: what the hell, Pixar?
I have to say, while watching Cars, I did not wonder about how a civilization of cars could occur nearly as much as I wondered during this film how humanity could coexist with intelligent rats and not notice. Obviously the idea isn’t new in animated films. But generally it’s something you’re just asked to accept and move on. This movie kept calling attention to the situation, and then not really doing anything with it.
Also, at some point during the filmmaking process, they really should have come up with a better name than “Linguini.” It’s really not all that funny.