In a central London cinema, a group of adults old enough to know better watched the latest Pixar film Inside Out and they cried. At first they attempted to sob silently, but it soon became too much. The sound of weeping competed with the noise of rustling in handbags for spare tissues. Rivers of mascara ran down the aisles. After the movie ended, a large queue formed in the ladies loos, where women tried to reapply faces that had crumpled under the pure poignancy of the film. Read More…
Why Pixar’s Inside Out is the best children’s film ever made
July 23, 2015