Moviejournal: inside out

It's getting harder and harder to put aside reading and write as life moves on. I'm now writing this at the thick of the winter night due to insomnia caused by workplace harassment, but enough about the frivolity of mundane work life already. 

With fingers heavily crossed, in a few years I'll have the great privilege to enjoy the few things only modern parents could have the luxury to indulge in with their kids: watch and appreciate a Pixar film together. There are few things so purely enjoyable and childish as watching a good Pixar film. Inside out is one of those you wish you could watch with your primary school or adolescent kids without them being distracted by their selfies. 

An alarmingly honest and earnest portrayal of joy and sadness and their intertwined growing up together, we humans need to experience bit of everything to help us grow. Pixar just so vividly wrote a animation story around that. 

Is it as great as ratatouille for me? No not really. Not at spirited away or howls moving castle level either, but up there with toy story.