New Yorker Film Critic Writes the Horniest Review Of Incredibles 2 Ever

The New Yorker: “Incredibles 2,” Reviewed: A Sequel in the Shadow of a Masterwork

NY POST – Objectifying a cartoon character can be dicey, but Twitter is the perfect place to do it. These tweets are fun, and they’re playing with a pairing of slang and Disney cartoon that you don’t often see. This is all good (although, be warned, there is also some NSFW stuff on Twitter that I wish I could unsee).

What’s the wrong way to objectify a cartoon? Anthony Lane of The New Yorker sure figured it out!

That alarmingly prurient passage is just… it’s a lot, and it’s… you want to take a shower afterwards. Mainly because in what world does Elastigirl look even remotely like Dakota Johnson? And how in the world do you think it’s appropriate to conjure up an image of a father getting an unexpected boner over two cartoon characters just talking while he sits in a theater, surrounded by children? Also, who in the world watches Incredibles 2 and then assumes that everyone else is going to respond to it like an incredible thirst trap? Mr. Lane, you are so completely alone in this! Incredibles 2 is not so erotic that parents need to be warned!

But that ain’t it! The first paragraph of his review dissects the Incredible couple’s “trampoline” move that they bust out during battle. Mr. Lane writes:

“I’m disappointed to report that the action in question is merely the manic pursuit of a gigantic drill that is whirring through a crowded city and demolishing everything in its path, rather than a lazy afternoon in the marital boudoir with the door discreetly shut.”

I TOLD you Mrs. Incredible was dumb hot.  So hot even the hoity-toity film critics at The New Yorker (ever heard of it?) are taking notice.

Thicc as hell.

Elastigirl looking like a snack.  And the reason I feel some comfortable saying that in a world where we aren’t allowed to talk about women’s bodies is because she’s a cartoon.  She’s not real!  She’s a digital animation.  Like she doesn’t exist in real life.  She’s not a real woman.  She is pixels on a screen.

I may be wrong, but I think….from scanning a few tweets and articles….that maybe, just maybe….some people are complaining about the objectification of….a cartoon character?

I mean to be fair a 56 year old New Yorker film critic talkin’ bout boners in the movie theater full of kids is pretty strange.  At least I’m at the comfort of my computer over here in the corner with headphones on.  No kids anywhere near the general vicinity.  The 13 year old interns are all the way on a different floor.    And I’m certainly not hard.  Swear to God.