Up: The adventures of a crotchety old widower, a fat Boy Scout and a talking dog in a flying house suspended by balloons. It’s clever and well-written, like most Pixar films, but I cried pretty much the entire way through it. See, the film begins with the widower meeting his wife as children and goes through a montage of their wonderful life together. He misses her, he talks to her, and every time she’s even mentioned I start bawling again. But don’t let that deter you: this is a gorgeous film, funny and wonderful and touching. Just not one I’d want to watch again.

  1. I agree with your review. Our 3 year old, however, was terrified by the whole thing. We turned it off about a quarter of the way through and finished it after he went to bed.

    • I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s a complete ninny. :) And I can sympathize with your son: I can remember being utterly terrified by movies as a child, then re-watching them years later and having absolutely no idea what my deal was.

  2. You are a baller, that’s fo sho.

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