Leandro Copperfield cuts together some 500 scenes from Pixar movies--he sampled one a day for eleven days. The splendid result, The Beauty of Pixar, is below. I was taken aback when a critic I respect, LA Weekly's Karina Longworth, dissed Pixar recently on Twitter. When asked why she voted for Tron: Legacy over Toy Story 3 as best animated movie in the Village Voice/LA Weekly poll, she responded: "Tron is animated in the same sense that Mary Poppins is. And fuck Pixar, basically."
Critics are often successful not only for their discernment and writing skills but for their ability to zig when others zag, to grab attention (see Armond White). It's so easy to tweak the team at Pixar, who labor long and hard to write, design and execute smart, heart-tugging, gorgeous CG movies with mainstream commercial appeal. Does their enviable string of blockbusters--and status as worthy subjects for USPS special edition stamps-- mean that they are fat establishment targets, subject to dismissal? Now there's something wrong with them? Is excellence no longer a virtue? Is artful arcania preferable?
Methinks there is room for both.