Pixar’s Up Soars in Entirely Unexpected Ways


First of all, Up is not a movie about a cranky old coot who,
with the help of a roly-poly Boy Scout, finds his inner child during a
series of magical adventures experienced from the front porch of a
dilapidated manse held aloft by hundreds of helium-filled balloons.
Such, of course, is the perception advanced by promotional materials,
which sell short the latest Pixar picture, the first American animated
offering ever to open le Festival de Cannes.

That is not to fault the trailer, loaded with pretty pictures and
pratfalls intended to woo the wee ones. But it doesn’t prepare you for
the emotional punch of Up‘s first few minutes, when it presents
the most heartfelt—the most sincere—love story in
recent memory: the love between a boy and a girl, who become a man and
a woman, who become a husband and a wife, who become a widower and a
memory that haunts the rest of what follows. The first 10 minutes of
Up are flawless; the final 80 minutes, close enough. (Though,
note this: Do not see Up in 3-D. It’s inessential to the tale
and altogether distracting.)

The movie begins in a theater, with young Carl Fredricksen, through
aviator goggles, reveling in the black-and-white newsreel adventures of
the thrill-seeking Charles Muntz (voiced by Christopher Plummer), for
whom “Adventure is out there!” Through happenstance, little Carl
(voiced, barely, by Jeremy Leary) soon meets fellow traveler Ellie
(Elie Docter), and, with her, sets out on an adventure that will last
the rest of his life—a journey that includes crushing blows
(Ellie can’t have children) and modest highs (the simple joy of
renovating a decaying house till it becomes a Technicolor dream home).
The would-be world travelers stay at home till Ellie’s final breath,
restless but content just to be with each other—in other words,
Revolutionary Road, but with love. Had Up ended after
those first few minutes, that would have been enough for some; at a
recent preview screening, you could hear the adults sniffle. But behind
me, a little girl asked her grandfather with great apprehension, “Is
that the end of the movie?” She clearly hoped not.

Rest assured, it gets funny. And it’s thrilling, too, as the third
act takes place almost entirely in the sky, atop the mammoth zeppelin
piloted by Muntz, who, as it turns out, has been in self-exile in South
America, searching for a mythical bird whose existence he’s been trying
to prove for decades at the expense of his sanity.

But despite its title, Up is decidedly earthbound: The
elderly Carl (voiced by Ed Asner) spends almost the entire movie
schlepping his house across the South American landscape his wife had
always hoped to visit. Carl is literally tethered to a memory, an
anchor with a garden hose wrapped around his torso to keep his home
from floating away. And he’s kept company by an accidental intruder:
Russell (Jordan Nagai), an even more awkward version of the youthful
Carl. The two are meant for each other: the husband without a wife, the
son without a father, each in desperate need of companionship and
adventure lest they disappear.

Perhaps by now, all of this sounds so unbearably sad and undeniably
grown-up, but only because it is. Pixar movies have been moving in this
direction for years—adult animation sprinkled with just enough
shenanigans to entertain the kids while we get our weep on. Consider
the protagonists: adults stuck in the middle and on their way further
down, but trying like hell to claw back up. Monsters, Inc.,
directed by Up co-director Pete Docter, was about mid-level
drones sick of their jobs; The Incredibles, superheroes sick of
suburban mediocrity; Ratatouille, a rat escaping the filthy
sewer for a five-star kitchen. To that estimable lot add Carl, who
waited till he was alone and at the end of his life to discover how
much living was left to be done.