Review: Inside Out 2

Score: B+

Director: Kelsey Mann

Cast: Amy Poehler, Maya Hawke, Phyllis Smith, Lewis Black

Running Time: 96 Minutes

Rated: PG

Does this sound familiar? A new chapter to one of the best films of 2015 is occasionally brilliant but falls short of the greatness of its predecessor. Yes, we're only a few weeks past the arrival of Furiosa, but much of my reaction to that prequel could apply to this sequel. Like Mad Max: Fury Road, the first Inside Out took bold risks that paid off beautifully. It showed us a (mostly) new world and featured concepts movies rarely explore. Unsurprisingly, going back to that world feels a little repetitive. But there are still plenty of fresh ideas that make it a worthy, if inferior, sequel.

Riley, now officially a teenager, has finished middle school but faces uncertainty in the months ahead. Her best friends won't be going to the same high school as her, but they're all invited to try out for a high-profile girls' hockey team. As they arrive at the mini-camp, Riley's new emotions barge in, causing plenty of turmoil. These include Anxiety (Maya Hawke), Envy (Ayo Edibiri), Ennui (Adele Exarchopoulos) and Embarrassment (Paul Walter Hauser). But its Anxiety who asserts herself the most, eventually overtaking the other emotions, and banishing our original quintet to the Back of the Mind.

Their journey home is filled with clever sight gags, like a disruptive Brain Storm and a widening Sar Chasm. But it doesn't have the emotional impact Joy and Bing Bong (Richard Kind) took in the first film. Still, the film's climax - in which Anxiety has spun Riley out of control - has a lot of power. As someone who's struggled with anxiety myself, all of the justifications for overthinking and eventual spiraling felt deeply familiar.

But once again, Pixar has delivered a film with more than just some good lessons. The animation is even more eye-popping, the jokes are strong, and many scenes are both inventive and resonant. The strongest of these sees the gang discover that Anxiety has remotely commandeered Riley's imagination, forcing the brain cells inside to come up with as many worst-case scenarios as possible. It's brilliantly executed, and especially moving when Joy channels her inner activist and pushes the cells to disrupt the deluge of negative thoughts.

Not everything here works as well, but it finishes strong. Inside Out 2 shows Riley's growing pains, as well as Pixar's. Even with its flaws, it's still one of the year's most gorgeous and heartfelt films.

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About Kip Mooney

Kip Mooney
Like many film critics born during and after the 1980s, my hero is Roger Ebert. The man was already the best critic in the nation when he won the Pulitzer in 1975, but his indomitable spirit during and after his recent battle with cancer keeps me coming back to read not only his reviews but his insightful commentary on the everyday. But enough about a guy you know a lot about. I knew I was going to be a film critic—some would say a snob—in middle school, when I had to voraciously defend my position that The Royal Tenenbaums was only a million times better than Adam Sandler’s remake of Mr. Deeds. From then on, I would seek out Wes Anderson’s films and avoid Sandler’s like the plague. Still, I like to think of myself as a populist, and I’ll be just as likely to see the next superhero movie as the next Sundance sensation. The thing I most deplore in a movie is laziness. I’d much rather see movies with big ambitions try and fail than movies with no ambitions succeed at simply existing. I’m also a big advocate of fun-bad movies like The Room and most of Nicolas Cage’s work. In the past, I’ve written for The Dallas Morning News and the North Texas Daily, which I edited for a semester. I also contributed to Dallas-based Pegasus News, which in the circle of life, is now part of The Dallas Morning News, where I got my big break in 2007. Eventually, I’d love to write and talk about film full-time, but until that’s a viable career option, I work as an auditor for Wells Fargo. I hope to one day meet my hero, go to the Toronto International Film Festival, and compete on Jeopardy. Until then, I’m excited to share my love of film with you.