INSIDE OUT: A REVIEW

By Marco H. Marco

This morning over breakfast I had a beautiful and powerful experience. For the first time I viewed Pixar's Inside Out movie, and with a tidal wave of emotions I cried. That is right. In my tight little cutoff t-shirt with my non-dairy caramel-pecan latte, I cried like a little European bitch boy. What can I say? If you haven't already, you must put on a new outfit and see this movie. I will think of it with focused admiration the next time I design a collection of high-end women's footwear. And that, my beautiful friends, spells "luxury."

Five stars.