Brave

C & I both left the theater feeling rather stupid, and somewhat hesitantly confessed to one another we simply hadn't liked the film. We kept trying to figure out if there was more to it than what we were seeing; if we were missing something; but mostly it was very beautiful but neither deep nor sensible. I was comforted by revisiting Return to Oz and The Secret of Kells, reminded that not all children's art is pixel-deep.