Human psychology and animated children’s films are two very different things that connect with me on a personal level, like a spinal cord that brings fluency to my identity. I felt grateful that Pixar’s Inside Out brought my two interests together but now I just feel spoiled with the appearance of this hugely affectionate, ponderously observant look at an autistic man (same age as me) whose own identity is largely influenced by Disney films. It’s the first film of the festival to make my eyes go puffy. (Mini-review from the 2016 NZIFF)
