I don’t know why it is, but the occasional Pixar movie these days seems to do a better job of portraying the human condition than any number of flicks with real actors. Perhaps it’s because they’re unafraid of sentiment. They feel no need for irony or wallowing in misery and despair, while at the same time they manage to find depths of raw sorrow in their narratives that frequently come off as plain painful in other movies. Perhaps it’s because these movies are cartoons, and we know they’re going to have happy endings, but I do know that the five minute sequence early on that summarized Carl’s and Ellie’s sweet, sad marriage affected me about as much as anything I’ve seen in a long time.

And there were talking dogs, too.

Squirrels!

The last four songs of the show were what I really liked. Stew is a great singer, larger than life personality, and very funny. All this came through in the last four songs. The first two-thirds of the show, however, were a bit too overwrought for my taste. Stew drinking, Stew crawling across the floor into a mini-fridge. And the video show playing on three screens was ho-hum at best. There is a reason I’ve never been part of the art crowd, where the banal can be worshiped every bit as much as Beethoven’s 5th. And the songs seemed overproduced, which is the musical sin I’m least likely to forgive.

Maybe it was because this was the last night of the show and Stew and the band were either trying too hard or not trying hard enough.

But the last four songs were wonderful. Am listening to some of them right now.