PIXAR: A New Dynasty


“Steamboat Willie” (see above)  was a landmark event in the history of film animation. It was the first time Mickey Mouse (or any other cartoon) had synchronized sound and image. Silent animation’s time was up. Disney studios became an empire. Its production of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937) brought in over $400 million (worldwide). Other successes would follow.


Animated cartoons continued production. And in 2001, Academy Awards were given, for the first time, to the Best Animated Feature Film of the year. Since then, the Disney Animation Studios have won Oscars in that category 3 times. Their winners were: Frozen, Big Hero 6, and Zootopia. Five other studios have also won the award. One of my favorite animated films (Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit) was produced by Aardman Animations (in England). Even Tim Burton gone a couple nominations for Best Animated Feature for his work. One was for another favorite of mine: Frankenweenie. (see below) (Yes, it was about a dog. No surprise there.)


But the big winner in this category has been Pixar. In the 16 years that Academy Awards have been given to the year’s best Animated Feature film, Pixar has been in the spotlight more often than anyone. They have received 11 nominations for Best Feature and have won an Oscar 9 times! These achievements have far surpassed any other film studio. Their 9 winning films were: Finding Nemo, The Incredibles, Ratatouille, WALL-E, Up (my favorite), Toy Story 3, Brave, Inside Out, Coco (see below).


Up (see below) featured my favorite animated character (Dug, the dog, who could talk –thanks to a special collar he wore). He and everyone else who has helped produce Pixar’s 20 animated films have brought in (for the company) a total of $ 13,149,500,000!!


It looks like –when it comes to producing Academy Award winning Animated Feature Films—the new dynasty, surpassing Disney and everyone else, is: Pixar! Surprise!

PS = What has been YOUR favorite Pixar film?


About rcarmean

Two things... First, why have I decided to establish this blog? I like to put essays together. I research an idea or topic looking for information, statistics, stories, quotes, pictures, etc. I enjoy the process and seeing a finished product. I’m told that as I get older, new activities can help maintain energy and keep my brain alert. In other words, I am not doing this for money or fame. Second, regarding the gentleman in the collage of pictures above...it's not me. Those are photos of Christy Mathewson. Why him? When I was young, my primary activity was being sick. It took up much of my time. Eczema (a case so bad I was written up in a medical journal showing doctors what their patients COULD look like), asthma, and allergies. You know allergies: don’t eat this, don’t wear that, and, for Heaven’s sake, don’t touch any of these things (eg, dogs, cats, horses --I only saw horses in cowboy movies and TV shows, dust, swimming pools, my brother --OK, that’s an exaggeration, Rick was a fine brother). In my spare time between doctors' appointments, pills, and ointments, baseball kept me sane. In the 1940s and 1950s, when I grew up, pro footballI and basketball had not yet become extremely popular. Baseball truly was “the national pastime.” I listened to games on the radio (remember it? TV without the picture). I read magazines, books, and newspaper accounts of games. I collected baseball cards. I learned about the game’s history, as well as present. The same with its stars. One man stood out: Christy Mathewson. He was a great pitcher for the New York Giants in the early 20th century. But there was much more to him. At a time when professional athletes made little money (yes, there was such a time) and ball players were considered on the same level as actors, artists, and prostitutes, Mathewson stood out. One of his nicknames was: “The Christian Gentleman.” Most men is baseball drank, smoked, cursed, and fought —with other players, umpires, and fans. The fights were physical, not just verbal. Mathewson did none of these things. But he earned the respect of other players who did them all. Even Ty Cobb and John McGraw. There’s more. He was a college graduate (Bucknell University) when most men were lucky to have a high school diploma. He played other sports, including pro football which you wouldn’t recognize. He was handsome. He played in New York City, then as now, the largest city in the country. Excellence and popularity there meant fame and money. He dressed well. Today, his commercials would rival LeBron’s. And, finally, a hero’s life must have tragedy. After his playing career ended, WWI arrived. He suffered from influenza and was exposed to mustard gas. Chemical warfare. His lungs were damaged and he required treatment for the rest of his life. (Like my Grandfather who also fought in The Great War.) He died in 1925. He was 45 years old. I have his picture here because you need to know more about him than me. He was what an athlete could be. Players like him and their accomplishments got me through a sickly, painful childhood and can still sustain me in difficult times. *****
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