Wall-E, or: Pixar exercising its infinite ability to create sympathy for literally anything. I cried for a piece of metal . . . c’mon. It don’t get more pro than that.
The animation is incredible — can’t knock it on that.
One of the main defenses I hear for flicks like this one is how they’re a “fun time,” or that “not everything we watch has to be great cinema.” And I’d agree with both of those statements. But fun according to who? Or better yet, since when did “fun” or “not great cinema” come at the sacrifice of originality?
This fun family fiasco(!) is a story we’ve seen…