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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

REVIEW: Dr. Seuss' The Lorax

Dr. Seuss' The Lorax (2012): Directed by: Chris Renaud and Kyle Balda. Written by: Ken Daurio and Cinco Paul. Featuring the voices of: Danny DeVito, Zac Efron, Taylor Swift and Ed Helms. Rated PG (Corporate greed in a town called Thneed). Running time: 95 minutes.

2 ½ stars (out of four)

The people of Thneed-Ville think they have it pretty good. They live in a bright, cheerful town where everything is plastic and, in all superficial ways, perfect. Plants are artificial and trees double as street lamps. Lawns appear to be impeccably manicured but are in fact as smooth as Tupperware. Skies are blue and neighbors skip along with smiles on their faces as the “O’Hare man” goes door-to-door delivering jugs of fresh, clean, O-Hare brand air to every home.

In Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax, a computer-animated environmental parable based on the good doctor’s book, one young resident of Thneed-Ville begins to question the manufactured harmony of his hometown. The film is the second animated feature from Universal’s Illumination Entertainment following the 2010 hit, Despicable Me. Directed by Chris Renaud (who also co-directed Despicable Me) and Kyle Balda, The Lorax is a relentlessly energetic kids’ movie that claims a certain reverence for its source material but perhaps is more focused on other matters.

The young Ted (voiced by Zac Efron) never thought twice about the way things were until an older girl he has a crush on, Audrey (Taylor Swift), opens his eyes to a bygone era when things grew from the ground. More than anything in the world, Audrey, whose tall, slim figure resembles that of a tree, would like to see a real tree, which, in the drawings of Dr. Seuss, are long sticks topped with wispy, colorful cotton balls.

Ted, ever the romantic, sets out to find one and his search begins by paying a visit to the Once-Ler, a mythic recluse who lives in the gray, polluted countryside beyond the walls of Thneed-Ville. The Once-Ler (Ed Helms) tells Ted the story of how he destroyed what was once a beautiful forest in the name of industry and met an orange fuzzball named the Lorax (a well-cast Danny DeVito), who speaks on the trees’ behalf. Though his own past errors cannot be changed, the Once-Ler reminds young Ted that it may not be too late for him.

In a way, Thneedville is a sort of version of the synthetic bliss found on the spaceship that was home to many bloated, complacent humans in Pixar’s Wall-E. But if The Lorax is a thematic cousin to Wall-E’s environmentalism, it is also the absolute antithesis of that film’s patient, thoughtful approach. Illumination Entertainment has perfected the style of their first feature in this one, which is less concerned with storytelling than it is with making sure none of its young audience members get bored.

Their method is admittedly effective. I saw the movie in a packed house of mostly children and their parents, and the kids laughed at all the right times. A lot of grinning animals pop up onscreen (and sometimes at you in 3D), usually accompanied by a funny noise or musical cue and the unexpected excitement always got a big response. The movie pulls this trick a lot, though. There is a sudden or surprising change in tone – a low baritone at the end of a high-pitched chorus of singing fish, a goofy look among a line of straight faces – a very calculated approach to comedy that rarely got anything more than a begrudging smile out of this Grinch.

But overstimulation is not the same as wonder and sensory bombardment is not the same as imagination. If The Lorax preaches a positive message about preserving nature, it also misses another, crucial message: Change does not come quickly and people are not easily swayed from their ways, an idea that does not mesh well with this movie’s hyper-active, low attention span antics.

Maybe subtlety is not the best way to discuss saving the environment, though, especially if that moral is being targeted at children. And what better way to deliver a heavy-handed, didactic message than with a colorful, zippy piece of kids’ entertainment. Of course, there is another, better way to deliver that message: the book. But I must concede that this movie does what it sets out to do very well. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that somewhere in Thneed-Ville is a movie theater showing Despicable Me 3 to a wide-eyed and satisfied crowd of kids.

- Steve Avigliano, 3/7/12

Monday, December 12, 2011

REVIEW: New Year's Eve

New Year's Eve (2011): Dir. Garry Marshall. Written by: Katherine Fugate. Starring: Halle Berry, Jessica Biel, Jon Bon Jovi, Abigail Breslin, Chris "Ludacris" Bridges, Robert De Niro, Josh Duhamel, Zac Efron, Héctor Elizondo, Katherine Heigl, Ashton Kutcher, Seth Myers, Lea Michele, Sarah Jessica Parker, Michelle Pfeiffer, Til Schweiger, Hilary Swank and Sofía Vergara. Rated PG-13 (Some language and sexual remarks). Running time: 118 minutes.

1 star (out of four)

New Year’s Eve is like a commercial without a product to sell. Which is a shame, really, because it feels like a good opportunity for Ashton Kutcher to pose with his Nikon.

The movie follows more than a dozen different characters in New York City as they send off 2011 with no shortage of style or heartfelt monologues, mostly congregating in or around Times Square for the ball drop at midnight. The huge ensemble cast is a gimmick though, a stunt I will concede is impressive as an exercise in unabashed excess. “How will all these people ever fit in one movie?” we ask.

The simple answer is that they don’t, or at least director Garry Marshall and screenwriter Katherine Fugate are incapable of doing anything more with these actors than throwing them together in a jumbled, disorderly mess. The film cuts between its storylines with little narrative rhyme or reason; its scenes appear to have been ordered arbitrarily. The movie may as well have been edited by an iPod shuffle.

Mathematically speaking, cramming all these people into a single two-hour film means nobody gets much more than fifteen minutes of screen time apiece. (Feel free to check my math on that one.) A number of the minor characters receive considerably less. So as an actor strapped for time, you better spit out that expository dialogue quick before your scene gets cut short.

For expediency’s sake, it helps too if the storylines eschew originality and just borrow vague ideas and setups from romantic comedies past. Katherine Heigl is in Desperate Damsel mode (a cakewalk for her by now) as the head chef in possibly the least busy restaurant kitchen in movie history. Where else but in the Heiglverse does a professional caterer on New Year’s Eve have the time to throw a temper tantrum (and eggs) with her sous chef Sofía Vergara in between idle chats with a former lover played by none other than Jon Bon Jovi?

Zac Efron, meanwhile, helps Michelle Pfeiffer check off everything on her resolution list with a charm that might have made a young John Cusack (unfortunately not present) jealous. The handsome Josh Duhamel seeks to reconnect with a woman he met last New Year’s and agreed to meet again tonight at the same café. A typically frantic Sarah Jessica Parker struggles to keep her daughter Abigail Breslin from leaving the nest too soon. And Ashton Kutcher, a certified New Year’s cynic, gets trapped in an elevator with Glee star Lea Michele, who, fear not, is given ample opportunities to sing.

Robert De Niro appears as a man on life support, a bit of casting that feels like a cruel joke, and Halle Berry plays his nurse, refusing to allow his dying request to watch the ball drop from the hospital roof. In another strange pairing of actors, Hilary Swank grapples with her new position overseeing the Times Square festivities while her security officer, a comatose Chris “Ludacris” Bridges, stands around and provides occasional comfort. (Between this and his equally out-of-place appearance in No Strings Attached earlier this year, Bridges’s New Year’s resolution should be to find a new agent.) In a late-film appearance as a electrician, Héctor Elizondo nearly redeems the whole bloated affair but a prime opportunity for slapstick (he gets stuck briefly atop the ball) is left oddly untouched.

In perhaps the film’s most improbable storyline, an expecting young couple, Jessica Biel and Seth Myers, race to win a hospital’s $25,000 prize for birthing the first child of the New Year. These scenes have potential for screwball comedy but Myers, who has the acting chops of Jerry Seinfeld, and Biel don’t have a clue what to do with the material. As an eastern European man also vying for the cash prize, Til Schweiger gets a few laughs but the comedy is otherwise dead in the water.

All of these characters crowd the screen in competition for our affection but none are even half developed enough to elicit anything in the way of audience sympathy. The characters are so dull and lifeless I found myself wishing Ryan Seacrest’s cameo had been expanded into a full storyline. He at least understands how to make drivel pass as entertainment, having essentially made a whole career out of it.

The most revealing moment in the movie is in the end credits during the requisite blooper reel of line flubs and cast pranks. We see Jessica Biel in labor as her doctor (Carla Gugino) pulls out not a baby but a copy of Valentine’s Day (the similarly structured previous feature from Mr. Marshall) on Blu-Ray from Biel’s vagina. It’s a sort of perverse, self-congratulatory joke that makes me think Mr. Marshall has nothing but a cynical, bottom line attitude towards the whole production. The inevitable profit from this film’s box office and subsequent DVD release will no doubt sustain him until he pops out another holiday-themed piece of junk next year. So New Year’s Eve really is a commercial after all. And it doesn’t even have the decency to try and sell us anything.

- Steve Avigliano, 12/12/11