Last night I had an amazing experience. For over an hour and a half I was transported back into Scotland’s history. Back to a time when men were known more for their brawn than their brains. Back to a time when ladies were lasses and lads were… well lads. Back to a time when magic was real and the Will ‘o The Wisp could help one find their destiny.
Yes, I’m talking about the movie Brave.
I could wax on and on about how great this movie was. How, the naysayers miss the point. But what I realized is that there’s something deeper and more tragic at play.
Everyone who has criticized Pixar and feel that Brave fails to reach the emotional depth of Up, the wonderment of Wall-E or the magic of that was Toy Story. I say, it is they who have failed, not Pixar.
Pixar solidly delivered by giving the audience something we are sorely missing today… Magic!
I think this was expressed best when The Witch tells Marida she doesn’t do magic anymore because of too many complaints.
Luckily for us, Lassiter and Pixar seem to have no qualms about this. For they truly performed magic with Brave!