Spirited

I saw Spirited about four months ago, around the holidays. I watched most of it, not all, enough to say it was mediocre in a strange way. I haven't thought about the movie a single time since watching it, but I do remember feeling baffled. Not baffled by the plot, or writing, or music or anything -- that was all easily understood -- but by how none of this apparently-well-designed entertainment was entertaining. I can succumb to cheap pop guilty pleasures, but this was below guilty pleasure for me, as it wasn't pleasant or pleasurable. All stars aligned... and destructively interfered? Into a star-filled void? I would even go so far as to say the execution was tight, but that's impossible, if the movie wasn't enjoyable. It's like it actually lacked that one intangible quality mandatory to all art and joy, which was the very theme of the movie: spirit. It's like AI wrote and performed the movie: everything made sense if you shut off your human spirit. Maybe this movie will serve as an AI detector someday. If a test subject calls this movie a bona fide Christmas classic, they should be investigated for inauthenticity. I suppose this is extremely offensive to anyone who liked the movie.