So, does this reboot fly? Only through turbulence.

Previous attempts to cinematically portray Marvel’s first family have fared, shall we say, poorly, from the Roger Corman-produced cheesefest back in 1994, to the reviled pair of early aughts flicks by Tim Story; to the even more despised misfire by Josh Trank, which led to many essays worth of angst about studio interference and the incredible pressure on young filmmakers to succeed at cost of their souls. 

Inside Out 2 is a schizophrenic jumble with everyone spread way too thin.

At times, Cruella is both brilliant and bland.

Edgy with a rough-hewn style and the grace of a gorilla ordering a pale Pouilly-Fuissé.