Cars is sweet. If you like things where things that don't talk do talk, then Cars is the movie for you. If, in your experience, cars and trucks and planes DO talk...uh...cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs you might be. Without the Puffs, so much. BUT you'll probably still enjoy the movie. So see it, and you can discuss it with your car on the way home. Give you two something new to talk about.
It is pretty awesome that a movie that basically says, "cars are super fucking awesome, and so is driving them and sightseeing", came out when gas is like three gold bars per imperial Q.T. It almost also made me want to watch NASCAR, except I got up to get popcorn/meth during every race sequence. OOPS. Did I say popcorn? I meant more meth. See also: Star Wars I's podracing scene.
The best line in the movie was when they were discussing the Doc Hudson's Piston Cup, and Larry the Cable guys goes, "He did WHAT in his cup?!"
I spent most of Saturday saying 'K'chow!', (It took me like 45 minutes to decide how I should spell that), Lightning McQueen's trademark noise.K
I spent most of Sunday blind, since I lost my glasses in the fucking Chip river. Which just goes to show you I should have listened to the old Indian proverb, "Don't drink a shitton of whiskey, go tubing, and lose your glasses in the river you are tubing on, dumbfuckingass." True story.
And by Indian, I mean Dot Indian, not Reservation Indian.
All bands should be required to perform in Star Wars costumes.