Things have been a little heavy around here lately . . . [fanfare] But not too heavy for MISTER . . . INCREDIBLE . . . to lift!
The lovely one and I snuck out to see The Incredibles. Good fun it was. We can now confirm everything that everyone else has said about it. Yes, the dialogue snaps, the jokes leave you gasping, the animation gilds the lily, and really, who can say too much about the idea of having superheroes driven underground by lawsuits and becoming pedestrian Middle American families in a society thatâ€™s a weird blend of today and the 1950s. Even the little things are done right, and there are little things for everyone. The lovely one, for example, is a francophone, and for her The Incredibles had the minor villain Bomb Voyage, who spoke nothing but French. She loved it. I loved it. Suffice it to say that if you at all have creativity envy, this movie is an official Occasion to Sin.
All that stuff about the movie being a hymn to family is, I have to say, pretty much accurate. The movie really is about the Incredibles, the whole lot of them, and how they get along. But Iâ€™m a sucker for sentiment so youâ€™ll have to judge for yourself.
The accompaniment to the family hymn was an in-your-face plug for meritocracy. It didnâ€™t work. Maybe the writers should have read our two recent posts on the subject, dunno. But it didnâ€™t work. It even got odious. The writers were trying so hard to criticize suppressing talents in the name of equality that when the villain reveals his ultimate villainous dream we find that it is to give everyone superpowers. O black, black soul. Because then, of course, no one would be better than anyone else. To excel but not exceed is truly a dagger in the heart, apparently. Iâ€™m still cringing.
I much prefer the Mormon vision of excellence. When we are immortal Gods our equality will not dismay us.