The Incredibles is an extraordinarily brave film. Suggesting that not all men are created equal is something like attacking the fabric of the American dream--going farther and suggesting that technology and its mass consumption is neither substitute nor salve to the howl of unfulfillable dreaming is close to Commie-talk. What Bird has made, in fact, is an extremely wide-reaching and populist entertainment that speaks frankly about the shape and the texture of the cancer of self-esteem metastasizing at the heart of these increasingly puzzling United States. The Incredibles is the most devastatingly honest indictment of the roots of American arrogance and self-delusion in decades, possibly ever in a "kid's" movie; how deaf and dumb most of the film's adult audience will be to the subversive elements could emerge as the great irony of the piece. When Mr. Incredible wonders angrily why there's a graduation ceremony celebrating the commencement from third to fourth grade, I could feel entire schools of castratingly-democratic thought trembling. If the grown-ups don't get it, but the kids just might, and every great movement begins with one glorious bound...over tall buildings or otherwise.