That having been said, there’s a nifty comic twist about halfway through the film that livens up “Soul” just when it was starting to drag, and it’s best not to spoil it here (even though trailers and ads already have). Suffice to say that 22 eventually does find her spark, although it takes a lot of effort and more than a few wild misadventures to get there; and that Joe re-examines his years on earth as a genial but meek teacher and finds them wanting. He didn’t make as many friends as he should have and was consumed by fears that he traded his childhood dream of becoming a working jazz artist for a more ordinary life. (Joe’s mother, played by Phylicia Rashad, is not supportive of his music.)
Is this the first midlife crisis movie released by Pixar? Possibly, although Woody in the “Toy Story” films seemed to have a touch of that affliction as well. The movie is a bit shaggy and disorganized with its mythology/rules—something that Pixar is usually meticulous about, to the point of being obsessive. I’m not convinced it adds up to all much in the grand scheme by the time the final sequence arrives. The film’s message could be summed up as, “Don’t get so hung up on ambition that you forget to stop and smell the flowers.” A birthday card could’ve told you that. And some of the jokes are a tad DreamWorksy, like the bit where a lost soul returns to earth and realizes that he’s completely wasted his life by working in hedge funds; a ruthless international mega-corporation like Disney—which stuck most of its 20th Century Fox repertory holdings in a “vault” last year to push people to rent or purchase new Disney product, and that once sued day care centers for putting its characters on murals without permission—has no business lecturing anybody else about the moral emptiness of materialism.
And yet, “Cars” and its various derivatives aside, Pixar has never released a flat-out bad film. And this is a good one: pleasant and clever, with a generous heart, committed voice acting, and some of the kookiest images in Pixar history (including a ghostly, pink, land-bound pirate vessel belonging to a “mystic without borders,” with tie-died sails, a peace symbol anchor, and Bob Dylan’s “Subterranean Homesick Blues” blasting on a continuous loop). The company has been entrenched at the center of popular culture for decades, its reputation fortified by animated features that blend innovative design and graphics, lively physical and verbal comedy, impeccably staged action, and a sensibility that one of my old college film textbooks called “sprezzatura”—described in Baldassare Castiglione’s 1528 The Book of the Courtier as ” … a certain nonchalance, so as to conceal all art, and make whatever one does or says seem to be without effort, and almost without any thought about it.” In other words, Pixar makes it all look easy, even when hundreds of people worked on the project long enough to justify a “production babies” section of the end credits.
