“Inside Out” is probably the cleverest film yet from Pixar Animation (“The Incredibles,” “Cars,” “Wall-E”), but I’m sad to write it’s not the studio’s best.
By Noah Gittell
“Inside Out” is probably the cleverest film yet from Pixar Animation (“The Incredibles,” “Cars,” “Wall-E”), but I’m sad to write it’s not the studio’s best. The film has been universally praised by critics for its creative ingenuity, and rightly so. The story is original and groundbreaking: Riley, an 11-year-old girl having trouble adjusting after her family moves from Minnesota to San Francisco, but the real action takes place almost entirely inside her mind, where her core emotions – Joy, Sadness, Fear, Anger, and Disgust – work together to keep her balanced amidst an increasingly challenging new set of circumstances.
The problems arise when Joy (voiced with predictable exuberance by Amy Poehler) tries to keep Sadness (Phyllis Smith) from altering Riley’s core memories. With things in San Francisco not working out as expected, Sadness is starting to gain in influence. Like a misguided mother, Joy is determined to keep her little girl happy, and she tries to stop Sadness, setting off a chain reaction that leads to both of them being hurled into the recesses of her brain, where they must learn to work together to protect Riley’s happiness and get back to the control center.
It’s a clever idea stuffed with clever ideas. On their journey, Joy and Sadness encounter the hallways of long-term memory; a tunnel of abstract thought, where they both turn into Picasso paintings; and the Train of Thought, an actual locomotive that is their best hope for getting back to the control center. Along the way, they get help from Bing-Bong (Richard Kind), Riley’s imaginary best friend, who provides some gleeful comic relief from the at-times overbearing psychological comedy.
It’s not that these ideas aren’t noteworthy, funny, or even psychologically astute. They are. But they’re just ideas, and that’s not enough to hang a movie on. Talking about emotions is not the same as expressing them; in fact, in some ways it’s the opposite of that. To their credit, the filmmakers seem to understand this, but the structure prohibits a solution. With Joy and Sadness on their adventure, the other emotions – the less useful ones – are running the show, and Riley’s life gets worse and worse. She has a crying fit at school, quits the hockey team after embarrassing herself on the rink, and eventually plans to run away. It’s a storyline built to jerk a few tears, but we don’t really spend enough time with Riley to make those tears – and they do come, even to this cynical critic – mean anything.
Still, there are pleasures to be had. The voice casting is spot-on: Amy Poehler spent seven seasons as Leslie Knope on “Parks and Recreation” and is the embodiment of Joy. Lewis Black of “The Daily Show” and comedian Mindy Kaling are typecast as Anger and Disgust, respectively. Richard Kind, however, may be the unheralded star. He’s an actor whose face you might recognize, but his voice will definitely be familiar. Exuberant and high-pitched, it’s odd that Kind is not a household name in animated films. As the blissfully optimistic Bing-Bong, he takes over the movie for a spell, and he even gets one of its most heart-breaking moments all to himself.
I have to admit: It feels odd to criticize “Inside Out” because it’s exactly what we have all been asking for. Pixar, once on an unbeatable hot streak, had given into the Hollywood sequel-machine with the sub-par “Cars 2” and “Monsters University.” If nothing else, “Inside Out” is an original film, and that’s a step in the right direction for all of Hollywood. It’s not a sequel, spin-off, or reboot. It’s not violent or sexualized. It’s an all-ages show with comedy, thrills, and heart, and, best of all, it’s smart. But it spends so much time trying to convince the audience of how smart it is that it forgets the basic tenets of storytelling. Show us characters we can relate to, and let them exist.
“Inside Out” packs itself with lessons, winks, and knowing chuckles, so it never achieves the emotional splendor of the greatest Pixar films. Admittedly, that’s a pretty high bar to reach.
My Rating: Put it on Your Queue
