You may differ on the relative greatness of the Toy Story films, but it's pretty obvious that Pixar's 17th full-length feature, Finding Dory, is the studio's best sequel that doesn't feature characters named Woody and Buzz. Before catching up with the adventures of Dory, Marlin, and Nemo, join us in revisiting the Pixar canon, ranked from worst to best.
Cars 2 (2011)
The effect of the Toy Story films is practically primal. They appeal to anyone who's ever cared about a toy—one they outgrew, gave away, or painfully left behind somewhere. These films, with scant manipulation and much visual and comic invention, thrive on giving toys a conscience and imagining what adventures they have when we turn our backs to them. Conversely, the effect of Cars and its infinitely worse sequel, toons about dudes-as-cars not quite coping with their enormous egos and their contentious bromances, is entirely craven in the way it humorlessly, unimaginatively, and uncritically enshrines the sort of capitalist-driven desires Pixar's youngest target audience is unable to relate to. Unless, that is, they had a douchebag older brother in the family who spent most of his childhood speaking in funny accents and hoarding his piggy-bank money to buy his first hot rod. Ed Gonzalez
Maybe it's my general aversion to Nascar, or anything chiefly targeted at below-the-line states. Maybe it's that Larry the Cable Guy's Mater is the Jar Jar Binks of animated film. Or maybe it's just that a routinely plotted movie about talking cars is miles beneath Pixar's proven level of ingenuity, not to mention artistry (okay, we'll give those handsome heartland vistas a pass). Whatever the coffin nail, Cars, if not its utterly needless sequel, is thus far the tepid, petroleum-burning nadir of the Pixar brand, the first of the studio's films to feel like it's not just catering, but kowtowing, to a specific demographic. Having undeservedly spawned more merchandising than a movie that's literally about toys, Cars's cold commercialism can still be felt today, with a just-launched theme park at Disneyland. And while CG people are hardly needed to give a Pixar film humanity, it's perhaps telling that this, one of the animation house's few fully anthropomorphic efforts, is also its least humane. R. Kurt Osenlund
The Good Dinosaur (2015)
The Good Dinosaur has poignant moments, particularly when a human boy teaches Arlo, the titular protagonist, how to swim in a river, and there are funny allusions to how pitiless animals in the wild can be. But the film abounds in routine, featherweight episodes that allow the hero to predictably prove his salt to his family, resembling a cross between City Slickers and Finding Nemo. There's barely a villain, little ambiguity, and essentially no stakes. There isn't much of a hero either. Arlo is a collection of insecurities that have been calculatedly assembled so as to teach children the usual lessons about bravery, loyalty, and self-sufficiency. The Good Dinosaur is the sort of bland holiday time-killer that exhausted parents might describe as “cute” as a way of evading their indifference to it. Children might not settle for it either, and one shouldn't encourage them to. Chuck Bowen