So ... is that still arousing to Lumiere, because it brings up a straight decade of memories of boning household objects? Also, did Disney just get away with showing us on-screen cunnilingus? And finally, what is up with Disney characters blatantly checking out women's asses? It happens in Cinderella, too.
In conclusion, the upcoming live-action Beauty And The Beast changes this character's name to "Plumette," because this entire franchise exists just to frustrate me.
Cars should not have ever been made. Just the premise -- that sentient cars live in a world virtually identical to our own -- raises more questions than the 90-minute runtime could ever hope to answer. How did they build these buildings without hands? Where are they getting their gasoline? Furthermore, in general, what? This isn't like Toy Story, which posits a secret world living inside our own. This is just madness. Sheer raving lunacy. And that's before we even get to the part where they force me to imagine car sex.
First there's the scene in which two of Lightning McQueen's "biggest fans" pop their headlights up for him to admire, and he reacts as if they were breasts. They "flash" him, if the pun wasn't immediately clear.