…as I saunter uptown…”love this, love it so much”…sniffing that night aroma, gulping that Grammercy Park-area energy (which has its own particular character)…8:15 pm to 8:45 pm…

Variety‘s Owen Gleiberman is two thumbs up…way up!…on Pixar’s Inside Out 2 (Disney, 6.14). That means it’s almost certainly worth catching, but is it okay if I sidestep it anyway? I’d watch if Sutton was into it, but she’s too probably too young for mind-personality games. No offense but no thanks.

Gleiberman: “Inside Out, I would argue, was the last great Pixar movie. It had the audacity to build an entire world inside the mind of [a young girl named] Riley, and to turn that world — the warring emotions, the good and bad memories stored in collectible marbles — into a kind of enchanted philosophical amusement park.

“It [also] told a tale that was moving and profound…about what happens to all of us as we leave childhood behind — the way the illusions and innocence, the beautiful garden of who we were, must fall away.

“Inside Out 2 can’t shock us with its out-of-the-box imaginative daring the way Inside Out did. But the film’s director, Pixar animation veteran Kelsey Mann and screenwriters Meg LeFauve and Dave Holstein” — named after the cows? — “build on the earlier film’s playful brilliance and come about as close as we could have hoped for to matching it.”

[Posted from a NYC-bound Metro North train — 4:30 pm] The only way to beat HE’s temporary comment-blocking glitch, I’ve discovered, is to post a story which doesn’t allow comments, and then copy and post the same story a second time and then comments will be allowed. It’s annoying but that’s the situation for now. Earlier this afternoon I posted the “Instant Combustion” story twice but my head was spinning from too much stuff to do, and I forgot to delete the first version. I’ve just trashed it. And now I have to post this story a second time…love it.

The only difference is (a) Dennis Hopper wasn’t the mad bus bomber but the hijacker, (b) there was no bomb on the bus set to explode if the bus slowed to under 50 mph, and (c) there was no Keanu Reeves or Sandra Bullock behind the wheel.

I knew in a millisecond that this Chanel model has “it” — something in the perfect symmetry of her features that makes you sit up.

We’re living through an age in which beauty isn’t the passport it used to be and may even be regarded suspiciously in some corners, but an unsuppressable “whoa” kicked in anyway.

Tougaard reminded me instantly of the late Rosenda Monteros, who played ”Petra”, Horst Buccholz’s love interest, in The Magnificent Seven (‘60) — the mostly silent peasant girl with the smoldering expression.

Monteros also costarred in Tiara Tahiti (‘62) with James Mason and John Mills.

I was amused and vaguely engaged by The Rutles, who flashed and then receded in 1978’s All You Need Is Cash. What was my reaction to the four Beatle-ish impersonators — Eric Idle, Ricky Fataar, John Halsey and Neil Innes? Meh, fine, whatevs — neither irritants nor charmers.

Sam Mendes’ not-yet-filmed or even written quartet of Beatles films will open in 2027, and my reaction to the four actors rumored to play the lads is, right now at least, vaguely defined by gloom and trepidation. My dominant thought is “are these guys going to create Fab Four impressions in a Rutles–like way…not in a satiric fashion, obviously, but in a way that sorta kinda underwhelms?”

Put another way, my basic attitude about the Mendes project —— and more particularly the casting of HE faves Paul Mescal and Barry Keohgan as Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr —- is partly hostile but mostly “I’d like to be able to survive this, but Jesus… really?”

Obviously very little physical resemblance — one of those submit-or-hate ensemble casting decisions that can’t hope to transport, much less astonish.

Harris Dickinson and Charlie Rowe might pass muster as John and George, but Mescal is too old (thick-featured, not slender enough, lacking that freshly-bloomed quality) to play 20something Paul, and the warlock-eyed, beestung-nosed Keohgan, 31, will be a total disaster as Ringo…way too old and certainly too satanic to become that easygoing, low-key, sad-eyed, vaguely frustrated guy in A Hard Day’s Night.

Ringo’s honker was bigger than Keohgan’s, but also narrower and much less of an eyesore.

I’m sorry but speaking as a Beatles fan the idea of two of HE’s most deeply loathed actors sullying the reputations of McCartney and Starr…talk about your tailspins of depression.

Tim Grierson has written that the zero-resemblance factor among the Mendes quartet is a “good” thing. I don’t know what he’s talking about. Okay, I do know but it’s not enough.

Note: Yes, the comment mechanism briefly stopped working, but now it’s working again. I thought it was repaired last night but not altogether. Kim is working on a solution as we speak.