Pete Docter
Inside Out

The review contains SPOILERS, if you haven't seen the movie yet and want to go watch it, wait before reading it. If you don't want to see the movie at all, you must be crazy.
If you don't like kids' movies, get lost.
And if you don't like Pixar because you don't care for American animated films: die. Far from here, because you stink, thanks.

Okay, I think those who shouldn't read this page have gone elsewhere.
You who remain, don't worry; by the end of this page, I'll probably be less likable to you as well.

Three two one, bang.

When an individual grows, things happen in their head, and vice versa.
As promised and teased by teaser and trailers, the latest Pixar film doesn't tell anything else.
Not that there's a need to tell anything else if the operation succeeds, because if you manage to represent and explain something like this well, you've hit the mark and goodbye.
Half the world has labeled the movie as the best Pixar movie ever, and the other half apparently hasn't seen it yet, leaving me feeling like a fish out of water.
Beautiful. From a production standpoint, it doesn't raise the company's standards as more or less always happened with Pixar branded products, but that's not where I had an issue during the viewing. Although nothing fell for me except my balls, which at one point started to chat with each other in the middle of a crowded theater.
They didn't cause any disturbance; they whispered among themselves for about thirty minutes and then went back to producing small tails, but I have no desire to play blind and jump on the global bandwagon claiming this Inside Out is the best thing Pixar has ever done.
Have you noticed how many times I've written Pixar? I will continue to do so to instill in the reader's mind a mantra to remind them we're back in Pixar territory (with a capital P), the one that experimented and raised the stakes with each release; the Pixar, the one that, like it or not, for better or for worse, has been the best American blockbuster production company for about ten years. Maybe ever. The Pixar. Pixar.
I love Pixar and those who don't love it, in addition to having their own blatant issues, are also cinematographically illiterate.

Pixar hasn't had the best time lately, after the Disney acquisition it even managed to be overshadowed by Mickey when Big Hero 6 was released, which hasn't been talked about much but sits behind the first Ironman in the ranking of the best Marvel & Superhero movies and I think it will stay there for an undetermined date.
But it’s back, Pixar, with its desire to break the clichés linked to animated films and with the determination to bring the playful product into the realms of mature discussion.
So am I also on the bandwagon of roses and flowers? No, I didn't jump on it for Up (which shares, in a less "annoying" way, the problems of this Inside Out), and I'm not jumping on it for this either. For various reasons. Among other things, I'm not jumping on because Wall-E is a completely different planet, but now let's get to "the other things".

What’s right with Inside Out I'm not even going to mention, as the internet overflows with enthusiastic reviews that you can easily find: type the movie title in Google followed by the term "review" and open a random page.
What didn't I like? The pedantry with which (pedantry... I find the term horrifying...) the crumbling child psyche is represented. The idea (in question, and even the general one) is from the Pixar of the golden times, or rather, no kidding, the idea is the most ambitious and interesting they've ever had, but the execution as far as I'm concerned suffers from movie timings, which for market needs are filled with concepts repeated and emphasized to the point of nausea. To cut it short, from the moment Joy (the most differently likable protagonist in cinema history, second only to Scarlett O'Hara) and Sadness are shot out of the control room, the movie starts playing a bit dirty. Through a journey and formation of the same emotions called before, it tells you how the various islands of personality will crumble. Which basically is a beautiful thing, but seeing it on screen is a bit too repetitive. Added to my, very personal, complaints is that the formation journey of the two is dreadfully bad: it lowers the bar and makes the huge mistake already seen in that uncompleted masterpiece of Up after the villain appears: it starts playing with the viewer's smiles, with action, thus building a movie that also wants to be easy entertainment, aiming at visual spectacle while setting aside for a while the solos on the audience's soul strings, which is the thing that makes Pixar (I hadn't mentioned it for a while) a majestic production company. This happens in all Pixar films, and it's not necessarily a bad thing, but neither here nor in Up (in a minor form) was it necessary. At least as far as the conveyance of the film's message is concerned, then again: you have to fill ninety minutes if you want to hit the cinemas.
Inside Out plays, when I didn't feel the need and didn't want it.
Sure: it's stated in the screenplay itself that the movie should be for the whole family, aimed at everyone, but this is the biggest mistake Pixar makes. Probably due to intrinsic nature, and what I'd like to see I'll probably never see, but beyond everything, the impression this film left me with is that they've overstepped, or lacked the courage that they've always missed in truly addressing the target audience of the films they propose (and here Disney certainly won't lend a helping hand, unfortunately). It's not that it's not a children's movie, it's that at its core a kid shouldn't even want to see a film like this, so why strive to please them?
With this piece, Pixar has raised the bar more than imaginable, and when you raise the bar you have to account for part of the previous audience you'll be forced to leave behind. Because pleasing everyone, as the logic of banality says, is impossible.
Then, perhaps it's an even more personal opinion than everything else, but twenty hands on a screenplay seem a bit too many.

In conclusion, the crazy self-harmers who have read this page indifferent to the declared spoiler and are still doubtful whether to go see it or not should rush there tonight: it's true I didn't jump on the bandwagon of "OMG this is the best movie ever!!!!", but: firstly, it's not just me who didn't jump on it, and it's very likely I'm the one in the wrong (though trying to convince me of that will be impossible, come on, let's not joke) and above all I'm not on the bandwagon of the "film of God and the immaculate saint", but off the top of my head, and in the dark, I'd bet my hands and little tails that it's one of the three best films in theaters at the moment.
And then Pixar is Pixar; what are we talking about: move your ass!