The inexplicably wonderful “Meet the Robinsons”
This is the next entry of a reoccurring feature of sorts, spotlighting the movies that aren’t just my favorites, but films that I probably hold in higher esteem than anyone else out there in the critical community.
Next up is a film that celebrates its sixth-anniversary this Saturday. But I saw it six years ago today at a press screening. No, I’m not talking about Blades of Glory, but the inexplicably wonderful Meet the Robinsons.
I walked into said press screening for this one knowing almost nothing about it, save for a few pieces of promotional art and something about musical ‘wiseguy’ frogs. I distinctly remember walking out of the press screening, my eyes more than a little watery, and immediately calling my wife to inform her that I had just wasted a Wednesday afternoon. I had just seen something truly special and she was going to have to accompany me for a repeat viewing as soon as possible.
It was that kind of remarkable discovery, a completely unexpected masterpiece during a time when Disney animation of the non-Pixar variety had fallen into a bit of a rut. Six years later, it is perhaps my favorite film of the prior decade and in a just world would stand alongside the Katzenberg Waking Sleeping Beauty era as one of Disney’s modern crown jewels. At the time, what stood out about Meet the Robinsons was how unassuming it was. It was not a fairy-tale story, it was not a talking animal comedy, and it was not a would-be animated epic of any kind.
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