Definitely one of the top Pixar productions in my book (and I'm a huge fan of Pixar), up there with The Incredibles and Ratatouille. I've heard a couple critics say that they think the environmental message was delivered too heavily, but I don't agree. Yes, it was blatant and upfront, but at the same time, it didn't feel preachy. 'Course I'm pretty green, so I think concern for the environment is a good attitude for kids (and everyone else for that matter) to internalize.
(As an addendum, I also really enjoyed the short, "Presto," which ran before it, too. Humor a la classic Looney Toons with stepped up Pixar animation and a clever conceit.)
Roger Ebert said in his review of WALL•E:
"This story told in a different style and with a realistic look could have been a great science-fiction film. For that matter, maybe it is."
I definitely think WALL•E qualifies as great science fiction.
As a tangential segue, I find it interesting that there's an attitude which assumes that animated works somehow have less merit or meaning purely due to their being animated and/or that relegates them to the sole province of children's entertainment. I'm not saying Ebert is doing that here, although I'm not saying he's not either. But I've noticed with fosteronfilm's mom that she can't seem to accept the notion that animated works are suitable entertainment fare for adults. She loves musicals and has a decided '50s sensibility and taste in movies, and we've thought that a lot of the modern animated features would appeal to her. We've tried to turn her on to some of them, like Beauty and the Beast and Aladdin—titles which have great songs as well as solid and classic storytelling—but she's never been interested in them. Makes me wonder if it's an age/generational thing.
*We've got a couple "retired" killer whale-shaped oven mitts which are singed, stained, and worn through in places that I can't conceive of ever throwing out. Over the years, fosteronfilm and I have imbued them with so much personality—they used to complain about their jobs, screaming and ouching when we used them to pull things from the oven, and suchlike—that it feels wrong to even consider just dumping them in the garbage. I figure they've earned a lazy retirement in the towel drawer.
I met Jerry Page back in early 2006 at the Aberrant Dreams signing, and we've been corresponding since. (I've also managed to persuade him to write reviews for The Fix.) He edits the fanzine Pulp Spirit which is a companion publication to Planetary Stories. Anyhoo, we were emailing back and forth, and I commented about a column he wrote and the general contents of the last issue of Planetary Stories/Pulp Spirit. Jerry asked whether he could print my remarks in their letter column, "From the Vibrating Ether." Of course I said he could, but I didn't realize that they also had an ongoing "best letter to the editor" contest. Hee. My letter won. I'm getting an original, signed Mark Fults illustration (#1 at the bottom of the contest page). Sweet.
• 25-day personal pass from Podcastle from Rachel (rachel_swirsky) on a reprint accompanied by a request for me to submit a different story for them to consider which she read and liked. Works for me! Crossing my fingers that the rest of their slush committee likes it too.
• 61-day kindly pass from Withersin with invite to submit again.
• 1000 on the SF WiP.
• 2000 on a new story, sort of a Pied Piper retelling inspired by the Lost Boys of Sudan.
Yeah, I'm all fragmented with what feels like half a dozen WiPs hanging about with none of them completed. I've been focusing on getting the writing gears in working order again, getting words on the page, no matter what those words are or whether I finish something. I felt like I needed to get back in the habit of regular writing before I could re-establish a "must finish story" routine. But I think it's time to roll up my sleeves and get to "The End" on something. Preferably several somethings.