Review: Wall-E
Pixar’s movies have all revolved around a single idea: the fish out of water who learns to grapple with a new situation. Woody is displaced by Buzz in Toy Story, Flick the unconventional ant trying to fix his mistakes, Mike and Sully trying to get rid of the dreaded Boo, Mr. Incredible forced to live the life of a normal human, Lightening McQueen stranded in hick-ville, Remy a rat in the kitchen, and of course Nemo and Marlin each take the idea of the fish out of water literally. Despite this seemingly repetitive simplicity even their two weakest films don’t come across as recycled despite the fact that both are remakes (Bugs Life is Seven Samuri and Cars is Doc Hollywood). What is behind this ability to make simple concepts entertaining? It seems to me that the answer is craftsmanship. Pixar puts an amazing amount of work into each picture. Unlike other CGI houses they aren’t just churning this stuff out for a quick buck. They’re in the business of crafting classics.
On the surface Wall-E is just the next variation of the theme: an outdated, quirky robot taken out of his element and placed in a situation that he doesn’t even understand. Yet the difference here is that Wall-E doesn’t grow so much as find what he’s looking for. It is everyone, both man and machine, that he comes into contact with that must now rise to the occasion and defy their programming.




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