This is one of the reasons The LEGO Movie hit wayyy closer to home than Frozen to me. Instead of a problem that only tackles some few, selected people, you can’t deny that at least at one point you have looked at yourself and felt worthless because everyone around you outshines you even in the things you’re good at.
That’s one of the reasons this movie made me legitimately cry in the theater, that, and due to the fact that the moral that accompanies this is much more empowering than just “letting it go”.
And let’s talk about that facial expression at the end like I didn’t know a lego could make me cry.
I feel like it was meant for college students
The best thing about the LEGO Movie is that it could appeal to nearly everyone in the audience on a drastically personal level.
LEGOs have been in production since 1949… meaning all of the children in the audience, all of the teenagers, all of the parents of children and parents of teenagers, all of the college-age people, even a good number of grandparents of small or middle-level children can remember the existence of LEGOs in their formative years, and might very well have grown up playing with them.
The creativity in this movie, the way it highlighted the exact way we play with these bricks, the way we create worlds and the way we cooperate with others while doing so, taps into childhood in a way that even Toy Story couldn’t do because there was no aspect of actual, physical creation to those movies. And in that, in that childhood creation, came all of the immediate fulfillment of dreams a child could have.
Once in that moment… this movie chose to hit us where we live and deliver shockingly relevant and emotive messages.
And THEN they broke the LEGO fourth wall.
At once, our “specialness” as creators, as the builder of our own imaginary lives, is called upon, is questioned but also reinforced, and then also our “specialness” as individuals, as PEOPLE is called upon and encouraged and heart-warmingly praised.
No matter what part of the plot arc each audience member found themselves upon entering the theater, what level of self-worth, self-belief, self-actualization came in with them, there was something that tapped them in this, I think.
I’m not one who believes in myself, most of the time, I don’t think there’s anything special about me, personally,and it’s generally impossible to affect this part of me, but I still walked out of the theater inspired, even if just for a moment.