Usually after I’ve seen a movie and sometimes while I’m watching it I like to go to IMDB and read the reviews written there.
Most of the time, I see what I might have written and if a movie is terrible I somehow feel like I didn’t really waste 2 hours of my time; I just had an experience like a lot of other people.
But yesterday was different. And I knew that because at the end of this movie I cried. Not a big hearty cry, just little tears slipping down my cheeks. Curiously, I went to the review boards and wondered if I’d watched the same movies as any of the reviewers.
I loved this movie. I loved that it wasn’t your typical feel great every second-laugh a minute-Disney Pixar movie. It was deeper than that. It was about feeling scared and the scary things that happen to us in life. It was about making friends, seeing the world through new eyes, coming home and accepting that sometimes things don’t end the way we want them to. Sometimes we have to say goodbye to people we love because that’s just the way it is.
The PG13 rating is probably accurate. Your five-year-old or even your seven-year-old might not get this one. It’s not Hotel Transylvania 2 (that is a blessing because I did see that in the theatre with my kids and thought the worms had eaten into my brain). Mind you I did also attend a Pink Floyd concert this week, so excuse the worms reference, but it was really, really bad.
The Good Dinosaur made me cry for all the right reasons. It is great. And you should see it whether or not your have kids.