It may have an auspicious beginning (in which Max has a nightmare that he turns into his dad), but this movie rapidly turns into a father-son tale for the ages. It has something for everyone. And all the things that father-son relationships really ought to include.
It has a dad embarrassingly dancing.
It has fatherly guilt:
It has angst-ridden melodrama:
It has an epic road trip.
It has home movies.
And old memories.
It has arguments about whose music is better.
It has the Open Road. (Song included.)
It has matching. possum. hats. You know… like you do.
It has Bigfoot listening to 70’s music.
It has (spoiler alert and #OhNoMax) deception.
It has a baseball game.
And father-son tire changing.
It has THE coolest hotel room ever.
It has father-father bonding.
It has heartwarming thoughts like this: “No matter how big you get, you’ll always be my son.”
It has a “we finally get to have a real conversation” moment. Complete with floating down a river.
It has a totally epic musical number. With an entirely metaphorical message.
And it has a happy ending. In which father and son have the same laugh. (And the same Goofy smile.)
You go, Goofs.
