Dammit, Pixar. I know you're just a studio, but you're so lovable, and your track record is so stellar that when you stumble, it hurts.But "Cars 2" is your fault, a second helping of your previously weakest offering.

Dammit, Pixar.

I know you're just a studio, but you're so lovable, and your track record is so stellar that when you stumble, it hurts.

But "Cars 2" is your fault, a second helping of your previously weakest offering.

When I look at "Toy Story" or "Up" or "Ratatouille," I see storytelling that is sure to stand the test of time. "Cars 2" already feels dated and unusually commercial for you.

The awkwardly handled plot injects an international spy plot into the reunion of racecar Lightning McQueen (Owen Wilson) and tow truck Mater (Larry the Cable Guy). There are, of course, colorful and eye-popping races, with decent use of 3D.

What's not there is heart. Sure, you make cartoons, but they're some of the most emotionally rewarding cartoons ever. This just feels like a ploy to sell toys.

I feel like Ralphie in "A Christmas Story" after he decodes the message with his ring. "A crummy commercial?"

Of course, even your worst movie - and this is it - is better than most. But, c'mon, you're so much better than this.

I'm sure you'll sell tickets - and toys. Hopefully, that will pay for movies that return you to your roots.