-By Rex Roberts
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Despicable Me, with its trio of orphaned adolescent sisters
determined to find a home, its pair of rival villains armed with
enough gizmos and gadgets to blow up an Xbox, and its horde of
squeezable minions more adorable than a paddock of puppies, pretty
much covers the bases. Girls, boys, sentimental moms and
wise-cracking dads (or vice versa) will be entertained by one
aspect or another of this cleverly formulaic cartoon that is, by
turns, caustic and charming, gross and poignant, silly and
sophisticated.
Chris Meledandri, overseeing this first production from Universal
Pictures’ Illumination Entertainment, even thought out the
international angle. The setting is American (screenplay by Cinco
Paul and Ken Daurio, the writing team who brought us Horton Hears a
Who!), but the story originated with Spanish animator Sergio
Pablos, while the art direction is European (CGI by French
animation house Mac Guff, direction by Chris Renaud and Pierre
Coffin). The result might be described as Alfred E. Neuman meets
Asterix, an odd couple who play well together.
Gru (Steve Carell), with his black-and-grey soccer scarf and
dubious Eastern European accent, certainly has continental flair,
even if he lives in an Addams-style house in suburbia. An ambitious
criminal whose dastardly deeds have fallen short of notoriety, he
is miffed that his younger rival, a nerdy fop who calls himself
Vector (Jason Segel), has heisted the Great Pyramid, while he has
managed to swipe only the Statue of Liberty—the miniature one in
Las Vegas. But Gru has a plan. If he can capture the Shrink Ray
(under development by the Chinese) and obtain a small-business loan
from the Bank of Evil to build a spaceship, he is confident he can
swipe the Moon, thus securing his place in the Annals of
Crime.
Everyone knows about best-laid plans: Vector pirates the pilfered
Shrink Ray, forcing our persistent antihero to adopt three girls
selling cookies door-to-door in order to use them to infiltrate
Vector’s impenetrable Wright-like fortress. Little does Gru suspect
that Margo, Edith and Agnes (Miranda Cosgrove, Dana Gaier and Elsie
Fisher) are more than a match for his evil genius. Gru steals the
Moon, but they steal his heart.
Writers Paul and Daurio are nothing if not economical. Despicable
Me wastes little time on exposition—just enough to establish
character—allowing ample opportunity for leisurely set-pieces,
including two interviews with a bloviating bank president (Will
Arnett) that adults will appreciate, as well as a reading from a
storybook entitled “Sleepy Kittens” that Gru pronounces (in his
Cyrillic accent) “garbage.” Much of the humor, and animation, is
basic stuff involving Vector’s attempts to perfect weapons
employing piranhas, squids and sharks, but there are amusing
subplots featuring Gru’s abominable mother (voiced by Julia
Andrews, of all people) and the hideous Ms. Hattie (Kristen Wiig),
who runs the foster home where Margo, Edith and Agnes are employed,
er, cared for. Gru’s massive subterranean laboratories, secreted
beneath his house, are overseen by his superannuated sidekick, Dr.
Nefario (Russell Brand), who, hard of hearing, constantly mistakes
his boss’ requisitions for armaments—a dart gun becomes…well,
there’s plenty of old-fashioned toilet humor that never gets as old
as our antiheroes.
Dr. Nefario, presumably, is responsible for Gru’s Minions,
Despicable Me’s contribution to the Annals of Comic Creation. The
shape, color and, one imagines, texture of foam ear-plugs bedecked
in bib overalls and safety goggles, our gibbering worker beans
upstage Carell in just about every scene they appear together.
Think of The Three Stooges multiplied by a thousand, bonking one
another over the head with lug wrenches and scanning their little
yellow butts on the office photocopier. Minions crack themselves
up, literally, although their intended purpose is to execute Gru’s
arch schemes. Part of the joke is that their evil master knows all
their names, although they all look alike, kinda; how many
environmentally conscious, affirmative-acting multimillionaire CEOs
can boast the same about their minions?
Thus is Gru, slowly but inexorably, revealed to be a caring soul
suffering from the aftershocks of his own traumatized childhood, a
tried-and-true formula for creating lovable villains in the modern
fairy tale. And once again, the theme of a summer kids’ movie (Toy
Story 3 included) is fear of abandonment and the search for home,
the very definition of childhood in the Western world. If the
stalwart and persistent Margo, Edith and Agnes are any example, it
takes a tough child to raise a tender parent.
Film Review: Despicable Me
In a different year, Despicable Me would have been the animation hit of summer, but Toy Story 3 is a hard act to follow. Still, Steve Carell is convincingly Gru-some as the world’s most vulnerable super-villain, and his lovable yellow minions are incorrigible scene-stealers.
July 8, 2010
-By Rex Roberts
Despicable Me, with its trio of orphaned adolescent sisters determined to find a home, its pair of rival villains armed with enough gizmos and gadgets to blow up an Xbox, and its horde of squeezable minions more adorable than a paddock of puppies, pretty much covers the bases. Girls, boys, sentimental moms and wise-cracking dads (or vice versa) will be entertained by one aspect or another of this cleverly formulaic cartoon that is, by turns, caustic and charming, gross and poignant, silly and sophisticated.
Chris Meledandri, overseeing this first production from Universal Pictures’ Illumination Entertainment, even thought out the international angle. The setting is American (screenplay by Cinco Paul and Ken Daurio, the writing team who brought us Horton Hears a Who!), but the story originated with Spanish animator Sergio Pablos, while the art direction is European (CGI by French animation house Mac Guff, direction by Chris Renaud and Pierre Coffin). The result might be described as Alfred E. Neuman meets Asterix, an odd couple who play well together.
Gru (Steve Carell), with his black-and-grey soccer scarf and dubious Eastern European accent, certainly has continental flair, even if he lives in an Addams-style house in suburbia. An ambitious criminal whose dastardly deeds have fallen short of notoriety, he is miffed that his younger rival, a nerdy fop who calls himself Vector (Jason Segel), has heisted the Great Pyramid, while he has managed to swipe only the Statue of Liberty—the miniature one in Las Vegas. But Gru has a plan. If he can capture the Shrink Ray (under development by the Chinese) and obtain a small-business loan from the Bank of Evil to build a spaceship, he is confident he can swipe the Moon, thus securing his place in the Annals of Crime.
Everyone knows about best-laid plans: Vector pirates the pilfered Shrink Ray, forcing our persistent antihero to adopt three girls selling cookies door-to-door in order to use them to infiltrate Vector’s impenetrable Wright-like fortress. Little does Gru suspect that Margo, Edith and Agnes (Miranda Cosgrove, Dana Gaier and Elsie Fisher) are more than a match for his evil genius. Gru steals the Moon, but they steal his heart.
Writers Paul and Daurio are nothing if not economical. Despicable Me wastes little time on exposition—just enough to establish character—allowing ample opportunity for leisurely set-pieces, including two interviews with a bloviating bank president (Will Arnett) that adults will appreciate, as well as a reading from a storybook entitled “Sleepy Kittens” that Gru pronounces (in his Cyrillic accent) “garbage.” Much of the humor, and animation, is basic stuff involving Vector’s attempts to perfect weapons employing piranhas, squids and sharks, but there are amusing subplots featuring Gru’s abominable mother (voiced by Julia Andrews, of all people) and the hideous Ms. Hattie (Kristen Wiig), who runs the foster home where Margo, Edith and Agnes are employed, er, cared for. Gru’s massive subterranean laboratories, secreted beneath his house, are overseen by his superannuated sidekick, Dr. Nefario (Russell Brand), who, hard of hearing, constantly mistakes his boss’ requisitions for armaments—a dart gun becomes…well, there’s plenty of old-fashioned toilet humor that never gets as old as our antiheroes.
Dr. Nefario, presumably, is responsible for Gru’s Minions, Despicable Me’s contribution to the Annals of Comic Creation. The shape, color and, one imagines, texture of foam ear-plugs bedecked in bib overalls and safety goggles, our gibbering worker beans upstage Carell in just about every scene they appear together. Think of The Three Stooges multiplied by a thousand, bonking one another over the head with lug wrenches and scanning their little yellow butts on the office photocopier. Minions crack themselves up, literally, although their intended purpose is to execute Gru’s arch schemes. Part of the joke is that their evil master knows all their names, although they all look alike, kinda; how many environmentally conscious, affirmative-acting multimillionaire CEOs can boast the same about their minions?
Thus is Gru, slowly but inexorably, revealed to be a caring soul suffering from the aftershocks of his own traumatized childhood, a tried-and-true formula for creating lovable villains in the modern fairy tale. And once again, the theme of a summer kids’ movie (Toy Story 3 included) is fear of abandonment and the search for home, the very definition of childhood in the Western world. If the stalwart and persistent Margo, Edith and Agnes are any example, it takes a tough child to raise a tender parent.