The animated movie “Despicable Me” (also in 3-D) is something completely different. If you saw the trailer, you laughed, didn’t you? Well, there’s lots more funny in the movie. The first thing that strikes you is the evil Russian accent of the main villain .Isn’t this a leftover from the Cold War? Or are Russian accents just funny? Are we even allowed to do this? Fear not — and it’s not giving anything away by saying that perhaps the evil Russian villain, Dr. Gru, also has a softer side. Basically, the plot is two super-villains trying to outdo each other in supervillain-ness, that is, stealing the great landmarks and monuments of the world. It’s war in the villain-sphere. What a great premise. Dr. Gru has an army of “minions,” little yellow capsule-shaped creatures that wear blue overalls and speak their own language. Three little orphan girls move in on our super-villain and change his life. OK, maybe that’s a spoiler, but you have no idea how. You just don’t know what’s coming next in this romp. Guys will love the jokes and explosions (while learning valuable lessons in true manhood, heroism, daddyhood), while gals will see themselves in three of the most adorable little girls ever to grace Miss Hattie’s Home for Girls. Real heroism (which — newsflash — often seems like weakness) makes guys feel good, and ladies love it (see the girls’ dance-rehearsal scene). Note the anti-hype. The skillful use of silence. You probably saw it in the trailer. There are Wall-E-esque sequences with no words, just music and sound effects. Luscious. Characters are also having actual conversations lasting longer than a soundbite. With pauses in between. Perhaps it takes animators, who spend long, patient hours at their craft, intensely collaborating and expounding upon story and vision to think, “Hey, maybe this is a better way to live. Let’s show it.” Maybe the animators are taking us to a “slow life” or “slower life” tipping point (like the “slow food” movement). Animators have incredible heart. There’s just such a wholesomeness here, such a feeling of “Despicable Me” coming from a good place, from good people. Animators will save the world (the orphans even utter a prayer before bed). We Americans have made a “dream” for ourselves. And we’ve made a mess of it. Maybe we can re-dream ourselves through art. Isn’t that what art is for? It’s so great that adults are loving this stuff, too. Young adults (not married, no kids) also are big fans.