Stipulated: Pixar movies are not really for kids. Kids are not gonna cry at the beginning of Up. A memory of your childhood means little when you yourself are a child, so Ratatouille is out, too. Who doesn't love a good wordless 45 minutes baked in nostalgia? Etc etc.
Cars 3, the end of a hack series that shouldn't have existed in the first place, looks like it's headed in the same direction: Lightning McQueen is supposedly too old to compete anymore, so he makes a desperation move to train himself to get back to where he wants to be. His personal consequences for failure are steep. He is teamed with a young whippersnap who thinks she knows more than he does, and he has to teach her the history of the sport she's supposed to be an expert at. He gets to the big race, does better than expected, and... hands the reins over to his young woman of color protege, who wins the big race without him.
A tale of aging gracefully and accepting that newer things can sometimes be better than the older things.
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