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Inside Out 2


I took my parents to watch Inside Out 2 this weekend. One reason for my excitement was that it marked my first time seeing a Pixar film on a big screen. I've been a fan of Pixar animation studios for a while now. While I never missed out on new movies, most of them didn't get theatrical releases here, and when the culture slowly started popping in, I almost always had exams. 

To summarize, this movie will heal your inner child, just like Inside Out did. It does so beautifully, with Pixar's classic emotional peaks. And it'll make you laugh about it, maybe ponder a little bit. Normally I'm a stickler for watching movies uninterrupted and alone, but you must watch this one with your loved ones.

I loved how they introduced the new emotions and captured them almost perfectly. Teenage years are often not easy for young people, especially for ones who grow up without siblings. It simply means they haven't seen someone experience it before, so every time they hit a new roadblock, they spend hours thinking about the "right way" to deal with it, or if it's "acceptable." To fantasize about this in a way that both children and adults can understand and enjoy, with their own takeaways, is a mammoth task, but Pixar tackled it brilliantly. 

There are many occasions where this film surpasses its predecessor. After a few offbeat films, this film truly brings the Pixar magic back on the big screen. And kudos to the clever roast, almost every adult and adolescent identified who it was meant for, and had a good time laughing about it. 

Inside Out 2 is still in theatres in and around Chennai if you want to give it a shot. 

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  1. Haaa! One more recommendation for Inside Out. I started loosing count tbh. Gotta see both the movies. Thanks for sharing your experience.

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