The trailer for Sony’s Planet 51 has been out for a few days now, but I’ve been willfully ignoring it, although — as it turns out — besides the fact that Dwayne Johnson seems the wrong choice to voice the main character in the movie, it looks fairly decent. It’s about an American astronaut who blasts off into space and lands on another planet with life, and it’s those folks who think that the American is an alien. And, of course, they’re irrationally terrified of him, so it’s kind of like the opposite of District 9. Nice concept, and from the looks of the trailer, the execution doesn’t look so bad, either.
But to be honest, I’m a little weary of CGI-animation flicks these days. In fact, I have a confession to make. I liked Up. I really did. And like anyone with tear ducts, I shed a few tears. It was an amazingly touching, near perfect film. But am I the only one that’s getting a little annoyed with Pixar’s perfection? Actually, I think I’m bored with it. Pixar films are like the Atlanta Braves division streak in the 90s and early aughts. They appeared in the playoffs 14 consecutive years — you knew each year they’d win their division (and lose in the playoffs), so there wasn’t a lot of joy in watching them do the inevitable year after year.
The same thing has happened with Pixar — they churn out consistently brilliant films, and I’m completely fucking bored with it. I want them to pull a David Cone and just tank one. Reveal the humanity within their flaws. And then, we’d at least have a great comeback story the following year. A little unpredictability would do a lot of good for the studio. Year after year, we go in with heightened expectations, and year after year, they meet those expectations. But if they put out a truly awful film, then our expectations woudl be lowered, and then Pixar could actually exceed expectations, which is now almost impossible.
Where was I? Oh yeah: Here’s the trailer for Planet 51. And since it’s from Sony, I barely have any expectations at all, which can only work in the movie’s favor.