I am a crappy mother. Why? Because I insisted that Max see a screening of Incredibles 2, even though he resisted. Only now he’s saying it’s his new favorite movie.
Like me, Max loved The Incredibles. He’s been watching sneak peeks of Incredibles 2 since the official trailer came out on YouTube in April, and literally counting down the days till its opening this Friday. And so, last month I reached out to a contact at Disney•Pixar I’d met years ago at a conference, and asked if there might be a screening we could attend. There was—on Monday.
I was gleeful when I announced this to Max.
“No!” said he.
“I said no!”
The plot was amusing, clever and grip-your-seat thrilling. The characters were funny and relatable. Helen Elastigirl Parr was her usual feisty self. Bob Mr. Incredible Parr took a turn as a pooped out stay-at-home dad when Helen got an Elastigirl gig. (Sabrina and I both poked each other when, as Bob struggled to help son Dash with homework, he griped about how math isn’t done like it used to be—that’s our story, too.) Frozone was around, with his off-the-camera wife giving him her usual earful. My favorite character, Edna Mode, babysat Jack-Jack and made him a cool costume. Together, the family fought evil, continuously sparring over who should hold Jack-Jack as they zoomed around.
When the movie ended—and it was so good none of us wanted it to end—Max reminded me that he was going to see it two more times! In the car ride on the way home, he and Sabrina named their superpowers. Max said he was strong. Sabrina said she could text with amazing speed. I decided to not ask what they thought mine was, because Sabrina would have surely said “nagging.”
We talked about what happened in the movie, and Max kept saying a word I didn’t understand. Then I got it. Some people in the movie (non-spoiler alert) had come under a spell, and Max was saying they’d gotten sick and then better. That was his understanding, and that’s the magic of movies like this: they can work on many levels. Then Max again pointed out that the family had moved to a really big new house, and he was also going to move to a big house in Orlando, and he threw up his arms for emphasis.
“Good movie!” Max said. He again noted he’d be seeing it two more times.
“Aren’t you glad I kept asking you to go?” I asked.
“Yeah!” he said.
And I felt super-satisfied.
Image source: Pixar
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