And that something, that dusty, rusty, beautiful something, is the real United States of America. Ka-chow.
When Pixar Animation Studios released Cars in the summer of 2006, critics were initially puzzled. Compared to the universal existentialism of Toy Story or the family grief of Finding Nemo , a movie about a cocky race car learning humility in a dusty desert town felt... small. Yet, nearly two decades later, Cars stands as one of the most uniquely American artifacts in modern cinema. It is not merely a children’s film about anthropomorphic vehicles; it is a sprawling, poignant, and visually stunning eulogy for the lost highways, forgotten towns, and blue-collar spirit of the United States. Disney-Pixar Cars -USA-
In the climactic final race at the Los Angeles International Speedway (a stand-in for the Auto Club Speedway in Fontana, California), McQueen has the "Dinoco" championship in his grasp. The King (a 1970 Plymouth Superbird, representing the old guard of racing) crashes. In a move that defies every competitive instinct, McQueen stops at the finish line, turns around, and pushes The King across the line to complete his final race. And that something, that dusty, rusty, beautiful something,
For international viewers, Cars is a glossy cartoon. For Americans, it is a documentary of what was lost when we built the interstates. It is the sound of a V8 echoing off a canyon wall at sunset. It is the glow of a neon sign promising a warm bed and a hot meal. It is the realization that the "slow road" is actually the only road worth taking. Compared to the universal existentialism of Toy Story