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How is it possible that an 8 minute short film can destroy me emotionally? Seriously, how does that even happen?? Of course, I know the answer. Pixar, is the answer. But still. 8 minutes. That’s all it took for me to be completely invested in the characters and their journey in Wind<\/a><\/em> by Edwin Chang. Once again, I’m in awe of the power of storytelling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

First up, I’m not entirely sure how to describe this film. It tells the story of a boy and his grandmother who are stranded in a chasm of heightened reality. Or, magical realism, if you will. They both dream of one day escaping, and spend their days scavenging to make this happen. I don’t want to say anything more, because to do so would ruin the enjoyment of experiencing this film, but I will say that it is a beautiful story. Beautiful, and an emotional rollercoaster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’ve actually come to expect that Pixar films will sock me in the stomach with feelings, but I wasn’t quite expecting the intensity that Wind<\/em> was packing. Its running time had lulled me into a false sense of security I suppose. Nevertheless, in less than a minute, I had fallen in love with this boy and his grandmother. I suppose it helped that the grandmother moves and walks in a way that is eerily similar to the way my own grandmother moves through this world. And even though I could see the ending coming, I still gasped out loud when it happened. As I said, a rollercoaster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I know it’s probably a clich\u00e9 at this point to love Pixar films, but for myself, I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Their mastery of the art of storytelling is extraordinary, especially when it comes to their short films. I’m sure I’ll be watching more of them as the year goes on. Not that you’ll get any arguments from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n