Movie Review—'The Secret Life of Pets 2'
A couple things I should establish front-up:
One; I'm a huge film advocate.
Two; I'm perhaps an even bigger advocate for animation in film, no matter the studio or country of origin. I've always believed that animation deserves far more respect than it receives, especially when it comes to Western animated features; I'm sure that by this point even the least prolific of moviegoers have associated the word "animated" with "juvenile, trashy, distracting children's fare" at least once in their lives. But as much as I despise this stereotype, the majority of Western studios don't seem to care whatsoever that this art form is treated like this—which is especially apparent from the quality of the majority of the features they produce. Yes, this quality has been slowly climbing up much higher in recent years (which I want to discuss even more in a future story), yet it feels like in every line-up there's always just one Coco or Despicable Me for every five Ice Ages; for every transcendent work of art, there's an even larger number of unmemorable, unimpressive films pumped out alongside them—films that, although entertaining for the time being, once they're pulled from theaters, most moviegoers would either forget about them entirely, or remember them only to answer movie-geek trivia questions.