James Lileks finally got around to seeing The Incredibles and manages to compare it to Team America and Star Wars in such a simple-yet-profound fashion as to leave me, once more, in awe of his wordsmithing skills:
Then, â€œThe Incredibles.â€ Which was. Died, went to heaven, etc. Tron me up, let me live in that world; youâ€™ll hear no complaints. More about that tomorrow; I bring it up just to compare it with the other bits of juvenile pop culture I sampled this weekend. â€œTeam Americaâ€ was made by 17 year old boys who cut class to smoke cigarettes. â€œStar Warsâ€ was made by a sophomore who was bumped ahead to the senior class because of his smarts, but never fit in and spent lunch hour drawing rocketships in his notebook. â€œThe Incrediblesâ€ was made by 30 year olds who remembered what it was like to be 16, but didnâ€™t particularly care to revisit those days, because itâ€™s so much better to be 30, with a spouse and a kid and a house and a sense that youâ€™re tied to something. Not an attitude; not some animist mumbo jumbo, but something large enough to behold and small enough to do. â€œDutyâ€ is a punchline in â€œTeam Americaâ€; itâ€™s a rote trope in Star Wars that has no more meaning than love or honor any other word that passes Lucasâ€™ cardboard lips. But it meant something in â€œThe Incredibles,â€ and all the more so because no one ever stopped to deliver a lecture on the subject. Best Pixar Movie Evar.