Cars is probably Pixar's worst movie. Which means it's still great. But it's the slightest of their films and the least perfect, storywise. It's obviously a labor of love for John Lasseter, but I tend to think a fable about cars and that nostalgia-sodden decade, the 50's, connects most directly with him. It's amazingly gorgeous, funny, well-acted, but it seems more Disney than it does Pixar and that isn't exactly a bad thing but after a film like The Incredibles you had best bring your A-game. Cars is more like B+.
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About Me
- Paul
- Paul Guest is the author of four volumes of poetry and a memoir. His debut, The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World, was awarded the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. His second collection, Notes for My Body Double, was awarded the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize. His third collection, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, was published by Ecco Press/HarperCollins in 2008. His fourth collection, Because Everything Is Terrible, was published by Diode Editions. His poems have appeared in Harper's, The Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. His memoir, One More Theory About Happiness, was published by Ecco in May 2010 and selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program. The recipient of a 2011 Guggenheim Fellowship and a 2007 Whiting Writers' Award, Guest lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.
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