Forty years ago Pixar became a company, and shortly thereafter a desk lamp taught a generation of adults that they were not done crying at cartoons.
So we set the table for the whole filmography: ants on a log for Flik, sushi for Harryhausen's, Grandma's tamales, Massimo's trenette al pesto, Remy's confit byaldi, and a chocolate for Russell that required a campfire.
Ten courses, each borrowed from a film that made at least one adult at this table cry. The crying resumed on schedule.
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