The images never stop dazzling us with their awesome, tactile sheen - their oceanic incandescence. It’s a film that spills over with laughs (most of them good, a few of them shticky) and tears (all of them earned), supporting characters who are meant to slay us (and mostly do) with their irascible sharp tongues, and dizzyingly extended flights of physical comedy.
To figure that out, she must learn to stop forgetting.Īndrew Stanton and Angus MacLane, the co-directors of “Finding Dory,” have made a beautiful, rambunctious, and fully felt sequel - a movie totally worth its salt water. “Finding Dory” then leaps forward to one year after the first film, when Dory is an innocent grown-up with no idea of what she’s looking for. As surely as the death of Bambi’s mother, this primal set-up rips a small emotional hole in the audience, one that we’re desperate to see filled. She can barely remember that she has parents. Dory soon drifts away from her parents, and not just because she doesn’t know how to get back to them. They’ve done something better: figured out how to take an already perfect character and deepen her in an exquisitely satisfying way.
Have the creators of “Finding Dory” gone all politically soft and sensitive on us - in response, perhaps, to the memory-challenged community? Hardly.
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