"Despicable Me"
Richard's Review: 3 1/2 stars
Universal's first 3D-animated movie "Despicable Me" is a generous mix of German Expressionism, a Spy vs. Spy vibe and The Jetsons. It is stylish, gently funny and should be a big hit with kids and adults alike. It's not exactly "Toy Story 3" but it is as close as we're likely to get until the next Pixarian offering comes barrelling into theatres.
Bad guys don't come much worse than Gru (voice of Steve Carell). He's a supervillain, complete with minions, an evil genius assistant (Russell Brand), a panda skin rug in his lair and a plan to shrink the moon. The only things standing in his way are Vector (Jason Segel), a Bill gates look-a-like rival evil overlord who is determined to throw a wrench into Gru's plan, and Margo, Edith and Agnes (Miranda Cosgrove, Dana Gaier and Elsie Fisher) three orphan girls who force him to rethink his diabolical dealings.
"Despicable Me" has lots to recommend it. State of the art 3D animation, good voice work (more on that later) and lots of grin worthy moments, but despite all that it is the jellybean shaped minions who steal the show. They speak gibberish, ineptly do Gru's bidding and supply most of the film's memorable laughs. Swag-Are-Us is sure to have shelves full of the little buggers and for once I get it. Dammit! I want a minion, either real or stuffed. Doesn't matter.
The script stays on track and, with the exception of one jab at Lehman Brothers—they're the namesake of the Bank of Evil—avoids the trap of peppering the story with current pop culture jokes. Too often kid's animated movies rely on current references for humor, but looking back how effective is the Arsenio Hall impression in "Aladdin" for today's audiences. Funny at the time for sure, but eighteen years later it can hardly be called timeless. "Despicable Me," like the Pixar films, avoids that trap and instead relies on humor that arises from the situations and characters and a good dollop of heart to sell the story.
More traditionally, for today's animated features, the casting tends towards big stars, but unlike so many other animated films that shape characters around their celebrity counterparts—"Madagscar" I'm looking at you— "Despicable Me" actually contains some very nice voice work. Carell, the name-above-the-title star could have easily brought his familiar Michael Scott intonation to the role and everyone would have been pleased, but instead he actually creates an unrecognizable voice—it's sort of a cross between Ricardo Montalban and Bela Lugosi—that is more than just an extension of his well-known comic persona. It's a great performance even though we never actually see him on screen.
If "Toy Story 3" hadn't come out last month "Despicable Me" would be the best animated movie of the year so far.
"Predators"
Richard's Review: 1 star
"Predators" begins with a shot of an unconscious man plummeting to the ground from an airplane which is a suitable image to kick off a 106 minute movie which itself careens through every characteristic of the action / horror genre except one—excitement.
It should be noted that "Predators" is not a remake or reboot of the much loved Arnold Schwarzenegger film but an addition to the series which has now swelled to include six films about an extraterrestrial life form with a bad attitude an even worse teeth. In this new story Adrien Brody leads a team of misfits—is there any other kind in this type of movie—made up of a who's who of bad guys and gals. There's a merciless mercenary, a Yakuza assassin, a Sierra Leone death squad goon, a death row inmate, a tough Russian VDV commando, a black ops sniper and a "one of these things is not like the others" character, a doctor. None have any idea how they landed in this strange world but it soon becomes clear they are there to hunt. Or should I say to be hunted. Hunted by big ugly extraterrestrials. "This planet is a game reserve," says Royce (Adrien Brody), "and we're the game."
"Predators" starts off promisingly. The opening shot of Brody plunging to the ground looks cool and is rather mysterious. How did this happen? Where did he come from? It's a good set-up for a story that should take us to interesting and unexpected places, unfortunately "Predators" never matches the exhilaration of that first sequence.
Brody, playing against type as an action star, sets the tone for the film. As the defacto leader of the group he has the most screen time and not just because he has the biggest role. No, he has the largest amount of on screen time because he pulls a John Wayne and leaves gaping lulls between every sentence. A monologue that would take any other actor thirty seconds takes him one minute. Doesn't seem like much but when the pace of the movie is as slow as Brody's dialogue, what should have been an exciting romp with some good action, the odd spinbal cord rip and some ugly aliens becomes a drawn out campaign to combat insomnia.
If "Predators" had been made in the 1970s—the era of "Logan's Run" and "Soylent Green"—it might have been about something other than just a group of killers—and a doctor character who is essentially The Professor from "Gilligan's Island"—learning the difference between hunting and being hunted. Mind bending it ain't, but what should we expect from a director whose name resembles a fifth grade insult? OK that was a cheap shot at Nimród Antal, but if he's going to only dish up tepid action—and the worst samurai sword fight ever captured on film—he could at least have tried to insert some subtext or substance; anything rather than another s-l-o-w monologue from Brody.
"Predators" doesn't feel like a summer movie. It seems more like a Farch film—something that would be released in that dead February – March stretch when the studios dump all their bad movies into theatres.
"The Kids Are All Right"
Richard's Review: 4 stars
The people at the center of "The Kids Are All Right" are Nic (Annette Benning) and Jules (Julianne Moore), a long time lesbian couple raising their two kids, Joni (Mia Wasikowska) and Laser (Josh Hutcherson) in the suburbs of LA. The Moms are opposites—Nic is a perfectionist doctor, Jules a free spirit still searching for her way—but the family is happy. Happy, that is until Joni contacts her biological father via the sperm bank. Turns out donor dad is Paul (Mark Ruffalo), a SoCal restaurateur who had no idea his sperm bank contributions resulted in one child, let alone her brother Laser as well. Despite Jules and Nic's trepidation the kids form a relationship with Paul, but his presence brings with it some unwanted consequences.
There is a scene near the end of "The Kids Are All Right" that sums up the feel of the whole film. At a dinner party Nic and Paul sing a Joni Mitchell song. The "performance" is joyful, ridiculous and poignant simultaneously and is a perfect microcosm of the script. Like real life, the ups and downs of this particular group of folks are unpredictable, sometimes funny, sometimes not. This well drawn cast of characters keeps the basic story afloat, adding richness and color to a story that could have been an average romantic comedy.
Bening and Moore are warm but complicated presences. The audience never doubts for a second that they've been a couple for twenty years, and their intimate moments, their testy moments, their funny moments and their heartbreaking moments are believable and dynamic because of the skill of these two actors.
As Joni Mia Wasikowska, such a flatline as Alice in "Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland," shines here as the brainiac who is just coming into her own.
Also impressive is Mark Ruffalo as Paul, the interloping sperm donor. He's a lonely guy in search of a family, and despite the trouble he causes—both wittingly and unwittingly—Ruffalo makes him charming and believable.
There's that word again. Believable. Believability is the main strength of this film. The characters have a lived-in, realistic feel so even when the story falters the people in it don't.
It's a story that is both very specific and rather universal, all at the same time. Nic and Jules may have an untraditional marriage but their story of parenting issues, mid-life crisis and long term commitment is as traditional—and crowd pleasing—as we've seen in a movie this year.
"The Girl Who Played With Fire"
Richard's Review: 2 1/2 stars
"The Girl Who Played with Fire," much-anticipated follow-up to "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo," is much like one of Sweden's other great exports—the IKEA Billy bookcase system. It has lots of pieces, but not all of them fit.
The story picks up a year after "Dragon Tattoo"" left off. Lisbeth Salander (Noomi Rapace) is back in Sweden after lamming it around the world. She's been deep undercover; not even Mikael Blomkvist (Michael Nyqvist) knew where she was or what she's been up to. Of course as soon as she touches down on Swedish soil her life gets complicated and by extension so does Blomkvist's. She becomes the main suspect in a triple murder and Blomkvist, trying to get to the bottom of the case encounters human traffickers, Russian gangsters, motorcycle thugs, drugs and even a brute with an unusual genetic disorder. These people lead very dramatic and dangerous lives.
Despite the large number of story shards and characters "The Girl Who Played with Fire" is much more straightforward than "Dragon Tattoo." It's cluttered yet simplistic, stretching every plot point past its breaking point. Long meaningful stares are traded, dialogue that sounds torn from the Hardboiled Crime Writers Almanac is exchanged and tepid action ensues, all leading up to a "Murder She Wrote" climax where everyone spills the beans. It's a disappointment because even at well over two hours "Dragon Tattoo" was gripping and exciting but at just over two hours "Fire" feels much longer. It is not as taut as "Dragon Tattoo" or as interesting.
One of the things that made "Dragon Tattoo" so compelling was the partnership (and budding relationship) of Blomkvist and Salander. We watched as they became the Swedish "Hart to Hart," battling the bad guys and perhaps even developing feelings for one another, but save for the occasional e-mail "Fire" keeps them apart and the movie suffers in the absence of their chemistry.
Salander, the punk rock computer hacker with, surprise (!), an attitude, is one of the better female characters to come along in recent years, but "Fire" blunts her effectiveness. She spends endless hours hiding in her apartment smoking Camel cigarettes when she should be out kicking butt. Where's the fierceness from the first film?
The film looks good—director Daniel Alfredson keeps the austere look of the first film intact—but on a technical note some of the subtitles are hard to read—white letters on white backgrounds are not a good idea!
By eliminating the book's emphasis on systemic sexism and homophobia in favor of a basic crime story "The Girl Who Played with Fire" has none of the dramatic oomph of the first film. Worse, it has managed to make the main characters, so appealing in the first film, less interesting.
