When Frozen came out last year, I was mostly charmed by it (a hamfisted villain-turn in the third act aside), but as the raves continued, as “Let It Go”, which wasn’t even my favorite song in the film, became tiresomely ubiquitous, as it became hailed as a masterpiece when, all things considered, I felt it was a solid notch below Brave (which I still contend was the better girl-power fantasy)…I began to weary of it, and when it went toe-to-toe with the markedly superior The Wind Rises for Best Animated Feature at the Oscars, I rooted for Miyazaki to pull an upset. It wasn’t to be.
Then, when the trailers for Big Hero 6 started dropping, I got excited–here, it seemed, was a film more up my alley. The material and aesthetic were compelling, and Baymax was primed to be a grand scene-stealer. And so he was. And the film looked good and had a lot of potential. It was lighthearted, colorful entertainment, that kept me engaged. And yet a thin plot, a drab villain, and an underdeveloped supporting cast keep from being a great or truly memorable film.