The Movie Review: 'Up'

Give the folks at Pixar this (and, while you do, give them anything else they want too): They appreciate the cinematic virtue of showing over telling. The studio has produced quite a few sharp, wordless shorts over the years, and the nearly mute opening act of last year's Wall-E was utterly sublime. Up, the studio's latest marvel, continues the trend with an early four-minute musical montage that encapsulates 50 years of two lives lived together, and lived to the end. It's a heartwarming, heartbreaking sequence: If there's been a more moving scene in a film so far this year, I can't recall it.

The lives in question are those of Carl and Ellie Fredricksen, childhood chums and co-adventurers, teenage sweethearts, and loving husband and wife for half a century. By the time the music stops, though, Ellie has passed away, and Carl, the shy, quiet boy whom she had pumped full of life all those years, deflates into a bitter, lonely old man. If Wall-E opened with the vision of a planet burnt out, Up opens more intimately but no less powerfully with the image of a life burnt out.

Written and directed by Pixar regular Pete Docter (with the aid of co-writer/co-director Bob Peterson), Up is a fascinating hybrid. The studio's previous films have typically targeted young and old alike by choosing subjects of intergenerational appeal (robots, superheroes) or melding disparate elements (a rat with culinary aspirations). But Up is something new, a kid's adventure yarn embedded in a grownup tale about grief and regret, purposes lost and rediscovered.

With his wife gone and commercial developments sprouting like iron weeds on all sides of his trim little Victorian home, Carl (a character inspired in part by Spencer Tracy and Walter Matthau, and voiced with gruff affability by Ed Asner) is literally besieged. After he half-accidentally bloodies a construction worker with his cane (yes, there is actual blood which, though understated, provides a mild shock), he is court-ordered into a retirement home. The orderlies who come by to pick him up, however, ought to have paid a bit more attention to the empty helium bottles littering the front yard: Carl has decided to escape in the only direction he can. (Hence the movie's title.) Several thousand brightly colored balloons later, he is aloft, a deliberate Dorothy steering his house into the blue yonder.

His destination is Paradise Falls, South America, a "land out of time" that he and Ellie had long pledged to visit in emulation of their childhood idol, celebrity explorer Charles Muntz (Christopher Plummer). In classic tradition, Carl bears with him an unintentional stowaway, eight-year-old scout Russell (Jordan Nagai), and when he reaches his destination, he encounters an array of talking dogs and prehistoric flightless birds, as well as another old traveler whose own curdled dreams and unkept promises have left him more embittered still.

In contrast to the near-photorealism of Wall-E's first half, Docter and production designer Ricky Nierva steer clear of the "uncanny valley" by opting for what they call "simplexity," with characters assembled from basic shapes, like children's toys. Carl is literally (as well as figuratively) as square as a Playmobile retiree, and Russell shares not only the oblong shape but also the innocent tenacity of a Weeble. Working with such simple elements, the filmmakers nonetheless manage to construct images of unanticipated beauty: the balloons that tug gently skyward like an inverted bunch of Technicolor grapes; the faded but still vivid portraits discovered in an old photo album. For those who see the film in 3-D, Pixar's technical folks have done a nearly seamless job, and Docter et al. have the decency to forsake throwing things at the audience every ten minutes. On the aural side, the proceedings are nudged along by a gorgeous waltz from composer Michael Giacchino that is by turns bouncing, wistful, weepy, and exuberant.

Up is not without flaws. Carl and Russell's equatorial odyssey at times settles for cliche, and there may be one or two too many aerial cliffhangers during the climax. But such concerns barely rise to the level of quibble. Up is once again cause to ransack the cupboard in search of any superlative that has not already been cast Pixar's way. It may not be the studio's most ambitious film, but it is perhaps its most touching.

Though the quest to find a lost loved one is a common theme in the Pixar oeuvre, in this case it is abstracted a level. What Carl hopes to recover is not Ellie herself, but rather what she embodied for him: the consolation of family, hope for the future, a reason to go on. I trust I am not giving away too much by reporting that, in the end, he finds all three.

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Christopher Orr is a senior editor and the principal film critic at The Atlantic. He has written on movies for The New Republic, LA Weekly, Salon, and The New York Sun, and has worked as an editor for numerous publications.

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