I rewatched Wall-E the other day. I forgot just how staggeringly good that movie is. How the hell does every single robot have their own personality. Not to mention how everyone that Wall-E interacts with ends up for the better, after a lil chaos, of course. I cried so many times. I’m 33.
I am in my 40s, Wall-e is probably my favorite movie, but that may speak more towards me getting some sort of validation from my neurodivergence assigning personalities and human-like emotions to inanimate objects.