Main cast: John Goodman (James P ‘Sulley’ Sullivan), Billy Crystal (Michael “Mike” Wazowski), Mary Gibbs (Boo), Steve Buscemi (Randall Boggs), James Coburn (Henry J Waternoose), Jennifer Tilly (Celia), Bob Peterson (Roz), John Ratzenberger (Yeti), Frank Oz (Fungus), and Daniel R Gerson (Needleman and Smitty)
Directors: Peter Docter and David Silverman
Monsters, Inc, Pixar’s latest co-venture with Disney, is tired. It’s just like all those Toy Story and A Bug’s Life movies. It’s becoming more and more apparent that Pixar and Disney are churning up dumb movies that are good to look at but increasingly crappy in the entertainment value. Can’t they take away some of the studio bosses’ money to finance a decent script doctor onboard?
This story takes place in the closet. No, this is not a movie for gay kiddies. Monsters and beasties that lurk in our closets, that’s what we are talking about, and there’s no heavy symbolism here. We’re talking about real monsters like that blue gruffy giant beastie Sully and the cyclop monster Mike. They aren’t the only one. An assortment of other monsters work under a giant corporation to scare kiddies.
Trouble is, kiddies scare them. When Sully accidentally lets a little girl enter Monsters, Inc, ow-ow-owww. Pandemonium is unleashed.
Okay, there are some cute jokes – kiddies may not get them sometimes though. There are annoying obligatory slapstick stuff for the kiddies, and clever dialogues for the adults who have sedated their annoying kids.
Unfortunately, the whole story adds to some trite nonsense about kiddie-monster love and hugs and kisses for all. Hmm, I guess I can suggest some not-so-innocent thingies behind Sully’s hugsie-wugsie with Boo, the girl, but I may get sued by family fundamentalists.
So, that’s it. Monsters, Inc is nice to look at – very nice – but it’s just another expensive yearly churn-out-something-and-make-money bowel exercise from both Pixar and Disney. Have fun, kiddies.