I can never watch Toy Story 3, because I hear there’s a scene where the toys hold hands as they’re all headed for an incinerator. Even though I know they’ll get saved somehow, I would dissolve.
Well, it’s good to hear a voice of opposition. Do you feel proper empathy for real people? You’re probably how we all ought to work, but I’m lumped pretty firmly with all the other commenters. It has actually serious concern, how much more easily I care about fictional characters than real people.
It’s not necessarily them being in trouble. The scene at the very end of Inside Out, when Riley tells her parents that she misses Minnesota, her friends, her old house, etc., it all hit all to close to home for me. I had to leave my home, my friends, my hometown and even my country at pretty much the same age. My parents tried to make it easier for me, my mom even saying that we can come back if I don’t like it (even though she knew that wasn’t exactly true as she admitted to me later), but it still was fucking hard. And even though I love my new country and the people here, and I would never want to go back, it still hurts remembering that time, being 11, a new kid in class, no friends, not speaking the language, looking different, being an outcast. I’m a grown man and I got tears in my eyes just writing this. So yeah, Inside Out got me good.
I’m not saying that a “real” movie (whatever that is supposed to mean) could never touch me emotionally, it happens occasionally. I’m just saying that the writers and animators at Pixar, and the actors performing the voices (which in my eyes makes this as real as any movie out there) are just so good at their craft, that they are able to elicit emotions better than most “real” actors and directors.
You want complex emotions? The night after my daughter was born I had Inside Out as the only source of light to change her by in the maternity ward as my wife slept. I’m not sure if I will be able to watch it again.
Not your fault that Pixar characters are better written then the people you know in real life.
If they want you to empathize with them they should try and be more three dimensional.
Or be covered in sugar.
Not Pixar, but the ending of The Iron Giant always does it for me.
“Sooo-per-man…” and I’m a blubbering mess.
Amen.
Me too. Every time!
When the Grinch’s small heart “grows three sizes” It doesn’t matter if it is Jim Carrey or Boris Karlof I’m done!
The scene in Monsters Inc. when Boo opens her closet door to try to find Sully and says, “Kitty?” Gets me every time.
Oh God. Yes!
And of course the first ten minutes of UP goes without saying…
I can never watch Toy Story 3, because I hear there’s a scene where the toys hold hands as they’re all headed for an incinerator. Even though I know they’ll get saved somehow, I would dissolve.
I can’t watch it again because of that scene. Heart was literally pounding.
Pixar movies seem to have a way of doing that. I never expected to be in tears over a fuzzy pink elephant.
“Take Riley to the moon for me…”
WAAAAAH! :'(
I suspect you and I would get along well lol.
I volunteer for a crisis counselling organization. I encourage all my fellow volunteers to watch INSIDE OUT in order to understand how emotions work.
No, I’m not joking.
So what do you do when happiness refuses to work with sadness?
I am the opposite of all of you. I feel nothing when I see a cartoon character in trouble.
Well, it’s good to hear a voice of opposition. Do you feel proper empathy for real people? You’re probably how we all ought to work, but I’m lumped pretty firmly with all the other commenters. It has actually serious concern, how much more easily I care about fictional characters than real people.
*has actually caused me serious concern
It’s not necessarily them being in trouble. The scene at the very end of Inside Out, when Riley tells her parents that she misses Minnesota, her friends, her old house, etc., it all hit all to close to home for me. I had to leave my home, my friends, my hometown and even my country at pretty much the same age. My parents tried to make it easier for me, my mom even saying that we can come back if I don’t like it (even though she knew that wasn’t exactly true as she admitted to me later), but it still was fucking hard. And even though I love my new country and the people here, and I would never want to go back, it still hurts remembering that time, being 11, a new kid in class, no friends, not speaking the language, looking different, being an outcast. I’m a grown man and I got tears in my eyes just writing this. So yeah, Inside Out got me good.
I’m not saying that a “real” movie (whatever that is supposed to mean) could never touch me emotionally, it happens occasionally. I’m just saying that the writers and animators at Pixar, and the actors performing the voices (which in my eyes makes this as real as any movie out there) are just so good at their craft, that they are able to elicit emotions better than most “real” actors and directors.
You want complex emotions? The night after my daughter was born I had Inside Out as the only source of light to change her by in the maternity ward as my wife slept. I’m not sure if I will be able to watch it again.
I saw Inside Out literally two days ago. I got teary eyed more than once. And I didn’t even cry when John Wick’s dog died.