Review: Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted
|Director||Eric Darnell, Tom McGrath, Conrad Vernon|
|Starring||Ben Stiller, Chris Rock, David Schwimmer, Jada Pinkett Smith, Sacha Baron Cohen, Frances McDormand|
|Release||8 JUN (US) 19 OCT (UK) Certificate PG|
It would be easy for DreamWorks to try too hard to emulate what those cocky bastards over at Pixar are doing, but I kind of admire them for sticking to their guns. Not for them those heart-rending acknowledgements of mortality and audacious bids at the Oscars top-table: an animation from the SKG boys is intended to be fun, funny, entertaining for kids, and not much else. Call it a lack of ambition if you like; I call it adherence to animation's true purpose.
With a credo like this usually comes a formula, and Madagascar 3 certainly sticks to the one it established in its first two outings: a bunch of lovably dorky animals try to get to a place, overcoming obstacles on the way. Once again they're trying to get back home, the Central Park Zoo in New York, and decide that going to Monte Carlo in order to persuade some penguins to fly them back Stateside is an absolutely tip-top scheme. Hey, it beats EasyJet. Things go a bit awry, naturally, and the local animal control officer, the Terminator-like Captain Chantel DuBois, begins to pursue them across Europe for trophies.
This initial sequence moves incredibly quickly, so much so that I had no real idea at the time why they were in Monte Carlo or being pursued. But it turned out this didn't matter in the least, because CHASING. The dizzyingly high-octane chase scene through the streets - and skies - that follows is the kind of visual shot in the arm that would make even the chin-strokiest film critic cross out the word 'MOTIVATION?' on his pad and start grinning like a loon.
They soon need to hop on a circus train to escape, which involves convincing the animals on it that they're performers too. Cue some clowning around, a couple of love stories, the lion having to convince the grouchy Russian tiger of the true meaning of being a circus animal, that sort of thing. All of this is fine in terms of driving it along: we're really just looking not to feel short-changed by the plot and have a few laughs in between the setpiece visual sequences, and there's more than enough to achieve that; even a few laugh-out-loud gags.
But it's the visuals that get you: a wonderfully psychedelic Cirque du Soleil-type sequence in particular, which even manages to transcend the handicap of being set to 'Firework' by Katy Perry. And if you really must have it in 3D, you at least owe your audience the courtesy of making considered use of it, rather than just pasting it on to water splashes and debris-filled explosions. These scenes use it effectively and with forethought: watch out for Gloria the hippo coming straight at you down a drainpipe.
My criticisms feel mealy-mouthed, like a guy sneering at a child's ill-decorated birthday cake, but then again that's the kind of thing I'd probably do. David Schwimmer is an odd choice to voice Melman the giraffe and always was: the few lines he gets aren't delivered with any great conviction and the character suffers as a result. And the overall goal of wanting to get home to the zoo is undermined in the third act when they decide it's actually a bit like a prison, which makes sense given how much they've experienced outside it, but leaves you feeling a little cheated that you've come along for the ride.
But that's the kind of talk that gets you nowhere, ultimately: try explaining the vagaries of effective narrative pay-off to a seven-year-old and see how far you get before he just wants to see a zebra with a funny wig on. You shelled out for an enjoyable romp with a bunch of talking animals, and you got more than your money's worth.
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