The contrarians out there (*cough* Armond White! *cough, cough*) like to bash the Pixar apologists for drinking the Kool Aid every time Pixar puts out a new movie, but dammit, Pixar deserves it. Seriously, if you don’t like Up or Wall E or Finding Nemo or Toy Story 3, I honestly don’t know what the hell is wrong with you. Pixar is my Spielberg, okay? (Except for Cars). Which is why it’s strange that their latest, Brave (from directors Mark Andrews and Brenda Chapman), looks so… underwhelming. People are making a big deal about it being Pixar’s first movie with a female lead, but I’m hoping it does something to distinguish itself from Hanna, Colombiana, Haywire, Salt, etc. or all the other “girl badass” films soon. Because female leads are awesome, but not if you’re just going to write a male lead and then pull some Ms. Pacman shit where you throw a bow on him and act like it’s a new game. I’m not stupid, man, I can tell the difference between a girl and a dude with a bow in his hair (I live in San Francisco, it’s a useful skill here).

Or maybe I’m just subliminally biased hearing that little girl talk in Margaret Schroeder‘s voice, because I’m so sick of all her fickle bullshit this season. She’s sweet one minute and a bitch the next. PICK A DAMNED PERSONALITY, WOMAN!

Sidenote: Remember her in Trainspotting? God she was hot.