Article first published as Movie Review: Hop (2011) on Blogcritics.
Hop is cute. It's the most expected, yet most accurate word to describe it. It's not the best animation in the world, not as intricate or interesting as Rango, although the detailed hair on the fuzzy bunny and feathery down on the chicks is really good. It's visibly much better to look at than the animation in soon-to-be-released Rio, which was previewed. But neither the kid nor I seemed interested in seeing that one, while an adult seated behind us was inexplicably laughing at every lame joke in the two-minute trailer. Oh well. But back to Hop.
The movie has some wonderful actors, in body and in voice. James Marsden, who can pretty much do anything — musical (Hairspray, Enchanted), rom-com (27 Dresses), action (X Men 1,2,3), thriller (The Box), farce (Death at a Funeral) — was appealing as the aimless son of an ambitious father who once caught a glimpse of the Easter Bunny when he was young and for whom nothing has seemed as exciting since. I want to say that the guy should work more, but his resume shows his versatility and steady stream of work, so maybe not being the biggest star out there is suiting him just fine.
Hank Azaria, who does the voice of fuzzy chick and arch villain Carlos and his dance-happy sidekick Phil has a blast and gets many of the best one-liners. Gary Cole, who is a master of the slow burn and switcheroo plays Marsden's disappointed dad. In the parallel animated roles Hugh Laurie is the Easter Bunny who can't understand why his son would rather play drums than inherit the color- and candy-saturated family business, and Russell Brand is his son, E.B.
Brand is beyond hot right now, with Arthur hot on the tail of Hop, opening next week. Hop's humor is frequently sarcastic. In fact, many of the jokes may sail over kiddies heads, but they'll get the attitude, which is not too far from another famous bunny, Bugs. Brand is very good as the voice of E.B. His obnoxious yet sometimes sweet-at-times persona comes through.
Hop is basically an Odd Couple coming-of-age comedy. It's predictable, but kids like predictable. It's also got the Hoff (David Hasselhoff), which is perplexing, but somehow O.K. When I asked my daughter after we left the theater if she liked the movie, she echoed the Hoff in his scene after hearing E.B. play on the drums, "I didn't like it, I loved it." Not a surprise, as she really liked Alvin and the Chipmunks, by the same director, Tim Hill. I found that movie annoying and this one amusing. I think it's due to better casting. And also that the bunnies don't speak in electronic falsetto.
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Thursday, April 07, 2011
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Friday, November 19, 2010
button, button ...
Your home is a box. Your car is a box on wheels. You drive to work in it. You drive home in it. You sit in your home, staring into a box. It erodes your soul, while the box that is your body inevitably withers ... then dies. Where upon it is placed in the ultimate box, to slowly decompose.—Frank Langella, in The Box
The Box isn't a great movie. I'm not even sure if it's a good one. But it sure held my attention. It was enthralling. Maybe it was the performances by Langella, Cameron Diaz and one of my favorite actors, James Marsden. Or maybe it was the out-of-this-world set design. I was a child in the seventies, but I never saw patterns like the ones on Diaz's and Marsden's walls and upholstery—but I have to admit I loved them in this movie and found them as intriguing as the convoluted plot. The crazy plot can be blamed on famous sci-fi writer Richard Matheson, best known for I Am Legend, Hell House and Nightmare at 20,00 Feet. The whole film does have an extended Twilight Zone episode feel to it. It doesn't quite successfully pull together the disparate themes of (possible) alien intervention, religion (is Langella a god or a devil?), or existentialism (Jean-Paul Sartre's No Exit is an oft-referenced subtext.)
I have an offer to make. If you push the button, two things will happen. First, someone, somewhere in the world, whom you don't know, will die. Second, you will receive a payment of one million dollars. You have 24 hours.—Frank Langella, in The Box
But mostly I keep going back to the visuals. Some of the film's scenes have the color and tone of an old Kodachrome print. That crazy wallpaper. The scene at the school where Cameron Diaz is challenged by a creepy student. Gigantic rectangular shapes of water. Arcade Fire's creepy-beautiful score.
I had to laugh at a scene that was full of danger and suspense, but also humor (It's a Christmas movie!)—a waving Santa Claus (creepier than any clown, and we all know how creepy clowns are) blocks the hero's progress in the middle of a road, causing the car to crash. I remembered at that moment that the film was directed by Donnie Darko's Richard Kelly.
Film is ephemeral. It's a shame that it is so industry- and profit-based. Taking a quick glance at the box office receipts on Wikipedia it seems that The Box cost about $30 million dollars to make. It made its money back and then some. The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus cost the same amount of money to make. It also made its money back, but like The Box, not from its U.S. release, but predominantly from receipts outside North America. But both movies, I'm sure, are considered by Hollywood to be flops. I love movies, but this way of thinking sucks.
Anyway, check out The Box—not the greatest movie you'll ever watch—intriguing, interesting, and original. How's that for a conundrum/recommendation?
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