I’m not into movies. I can count on one hand the movies I’d enjoy watching a second time. Most movies violate at least two Loriland principles: 1. Don’t make me sit still 2. Don’t waste my time. As a rule, I generally avoid movies on days that end in “y.” I do like reeeeally like popcorn with liquid heart stop syrup, though, which just so happens to be the solitary reason why I submit myself to the theater every once in a while.
Last night was one of those nights. We took the kids to see Big Hero 6. With a marshmallow looking robot as the lead role, I assumed it was a tossup as to whether I’d actually be able to keep my eyelids from drooping for the entire 108 minutes. Quite on the contrary, to my amazement, I was pleasantly surprised with the depth of this story. I laughed, I cried, and I learned. And, because I am generally such an anti-movie Nazi, I figure I should at least give credit where credit is due. For a kid’s movie, Big Hero 6 was surprisingly excellent.
The story is about two very intelligent, albeit orphaned, brothers. The younger, Hiro, is a prodigy who lacks purpose; the older, Tadashi, is a college student who goes to “nerd school” to build a robot nurse named “Baymax.”
When Tadashi is killed trying to help someone, Hiro is driven to seek revenge. Since Baymax was designed to be a nurse, he reminds Hiro saying, “I am not fast.” He upgrades Baymax and makes him a fighter…but with his original healing-centered programming, Baymax can do no harm.
Through a journey of anger, retaliation, revenge seeking, and helplessness, Hiro truly becomes a hero. When Baymax refuses to comply with Hiro’s anger, corrects him in love, and reminds him of the will of his beloved brother, Hiro finds his purpose. When Hiro lets go of vengeance towards the deceitful enemies who have robbed him of so much, he is miraculously able to save them from their own reprisals and teach them what he has learned in the process.
Big Hero 6 rightly illustrates how useless it is to return violence for injustice done to us. It does so in a way that adults cannot miss and children can easily understand. It requites the bloodthirst in all of us with a subtle, simple message of forgiveness and love. Baymax teaches Hiro, and us, to turn the other cheek and apprehend (not destroy) evildoers for the sake of the common good – not personal vendettas. Big Hero 6 is truly a masterpiece.
My Baymax is the Holy Spirit. He is the gift left by my big brother, Jesus. He will never allow me to do harm no matter how much I’ve been wronged. He is not fast. The work he is programmed for is painstakingly slow. He refuses to comply with my anger, insists I let go of vengeance, and teaches me how to work towards the salvation, not destruction, of my enemies by ever reminding me of the one I love most – Jesus. The Spirit of God heals what is broken in us and shows us how to do the same for others – just like Baymax did for Hiro.
Bravo, Disney. You did it again…on the back of borrowed capital from Christianity.