The First thought I had when watching monsters incorporated, the 2001 Pixar feature length animated film, was. What's the deal with all these doors. Who made them and how did the maker know what the door was supposed to looked like? In order for a monster to know the design of a child's door, they'd have to go through that very door into the child's bedroom to see it. But, they can't go through the child's door to see it, with-out already knowing what it looks like. It's a bit of a catch 22 if you ask me. 

Maybe the doors just magically appear. Maybe there’s a monster researcher who roams about the planet peering into children's bedrooms like George Mcfly on a tree branch with a pair of binoculars, making notes on the color and shape of closet doors. But, I doubt it, seeing as children change rooms and change houses at a rate that would invalidate the researchers claims before they’d have the time to scurry back to monstropolis to report them. 

Second. The doors lead to the target child's bedroom. Big problem. If you know anything about children, one of the least likely places you'll find one, is in their bed. Lastly. I admit the monster scarers are impressive and, no doubt, worthy of their own trading cards, but, are there not professional monster athletes in Monstropolis? What about monster rappers? I find it hard to believe that any of the Monstropolis youth know or care to follow in the footsteps of a public utilities district employee who has to clock-in, wear a name tag and store their personal junk in a company provided locker. Dreadful. 

On top scarer, James P. Sullivan, my first thought was why is his name so lame? Is he not a monster? Why doesn’t he have a monster name like, Glorthock the HardScrabble. I find it implausible that a group of monsters whose sole reason for living is to scare the daylights out of kids wouldn’t have naturally drifted towards calling themselves more frightening things, like Midnight Dentist or Early Morning Alarm. His counterpart, one, Mike Wazowski, is a little much, and that’s all I care to say about that. 

In summary, I find Monsters Incorporated to be a delightful story about corporate corruption. It serves as an important cautionary tale about work sponsored competitions and the ill fated effects of performance related jumbo-trons in the workplace.