It seems that every few years, there’s another filmmaker attempting to offer some form of half-hearted commentary on our society’s increased use of the digital devices that seem destined to enslave us all; from the one-two punch of 2013’s dismal “Disconnect” and “Men, Women & Children” the following year to practically every episode of “Black Mirror,” the line on the graph labeled “Quality” tends to ebb and flow with all the frequency of a neglected version of Angry Birds or any number of brightly-colored iPad apps children play that adults can’t even begin to understand. As we begin to emerge from the fog of pandemic fatigue and start to again envision a world where the majority of new films find their home in theaters as opposed to smartphone screens, the beautifully animated road comedy “The Mitchells vs. The Machines” manages to take the genre and, while admittedly dipping its toes in the murky waters of cliché more than a few times, offers enough of a fresh take to provide a breezy escape during the near-two hour journey that unfolds.