We rewatched Pixar’s UP (2009) tonight. Even on the small screen the honest depiction of the consequences of being a time-limited creature serves as the clarifying salt to the sugar of the lovely story that’s all about family and the lengths to which preserving family, and being bold, should be all about.
It surprised me by making me giddy. Those stories are the ones I treasure. My wife and I then found cat barf on the bedroom cover, and I cackled with glee. She tried to put it down the clothes chute, where it stuck, and gales of uproar descended upon her; then the broom was brought to the effort, which promptly became stuck due to its excess length; I then became victim of the finger as I was a trifle indiscreet at the flounderings of Fate.
Now that’s giddy.
