There is a moment while watching a great film or reading a
wonderful piece of literature when it appears the screen between the filmmaker
and audience member has fallen. On these
rare occasions (rarer still in the current Hollywood climate), a true connection
is made between artist and consumer. The
reader or viewer finds something in the story or image that speaks to them
personally. As the late Richard
Griffiths explains to his student in The History Boys, it is like a hand
reaching out and grasping yours.
I had
such an experience while watching Disney Pixar’s Inside Out. Directed by Pete Docter and Ronaldo Del Carmen,
the film does what all Pixar films do best; it industrializes and
anthropomorphizes a concept. Monster’s
Inc. looks at the economics of fear within a society of monsters under the bed.
Finding Nemo explores mass
transportation in the aquatic realm.
With Inside Out, Pixar brings to life the internal business of thoughts
and emotions.
In the
film, every human and sentient creature’s head is filled with walking talking
emotions. The “head office” (not my pun) of our young hero Riley is populated
by Joy (Amy Poehler), Sadness (Phyllis Smith), Fear (Bill Hader), Anger (Lewis
Black), and Disgust (Mindy Kaling).
While the group takes turns controlling the main computer, Joy is the
clear leader. Riley is a happy sprite
and Joy spends her days creating fine memories for her young charge. However, Riley’s life is turned upside down
by a sudden cross country move. What
follows is a unique and enthralling take on the coming of age story where both
Riley and her emotions must grow up and accept the complexities of life.
This was
what I found most surprising in Inside Out.
Many Pixar films deal with adult and somewhat dark issues. The first twenty minutes of Up? Jeez. My
heart still hurts from that one. Inside
Out has no lack of tear jerking moments.
In the tradition of Pixar and all Disney films, growing up is tragic and
beautiful. Friends die and memories are
lost. Yet, with Inside Out, the
filmmakers don’t just tackle the darkness but also the greys. Joy is
not always the most helpful and sadness isn’t always harmful. It is in their meeting that we truly
live. For anyone who has been to therapy, sometimes
it’s okay not to be okay.
This
abstract, high concept is the film’s greatest strength, but also its greatest
weakness. The symbolism of Joy dragging
Sadness through the vaulted hallways of memory is clear. While these analogies can be thought
provoking and personally resonant, the logic isn’t always stable. The main question I ask is “Who has agency
here?” Are the emotions in control of Riley
or are they simply performing based on her moods? Is every action the emotions take reflective
of an action taken by Riley? In films
like Toy Story it is clear that the Woody and Buzz are separate from Andy. In Inside Out, the directors seem to have
bitten off more than they can chew.
These
questions of logic do not linger long when bombarded by the film’s dazzling
imagery. The production and character
design of the brain world are vibrant and evocative. They stand in stark contrast to the
photorealistic, drizzly streets of San Francisco. The “real” world is less Uncle Walt and more
David Fincher. Both worlds are rendered
in such glorious detail, I found myself easily transported.
That is
the true magic of this film. On one
hand, I felt whisked away to a strange, colorful land. On the other, I found myself going deeper
into myself, examining my own life and struggles with mental health. In a summer where the explosions are bigger
and the ideas smaller, Inside Out reminds us what great film can truly be. It is an invitation to travel far and deep.