I’m “biast” (pro): I love the Scrat
I’m “biast” (con): I hate Ray Romano; I despise sitcoms; each of the previous movies in this series inspired in me an increasing loathing
(what is this about? see my critic’s minifesto)
It’s movies like this one that make me despair. Because it is going to make a bazillion bucks at the box office around the world — the three previous flicks in the series have grossed close to $2 billion — and there’s absolute nothing here that warrants such success. Unless one considers its dubious “quality” of lowest-common-denominator-ness a smart business move: the Ice Age movies have always been just bland enough and just colorful enough and just simplistic enough to be just passably tolerable enough to viewers across global cultures. It’s hard to imagine that anyone actually has fond memories of those films — or even any notable memories at all. They’re nothing more than forgettable time-wasters that are just inoffensive enough to not keep audiences away.
I find that kind of inoffensiveness offensive, though. Alas for me, the object lesson that those three earlier films taught their makers has been fully taken to shoddy, charmless heart in Continental Drift. Might as well call it Ice Age: The Paycheckening for all anyone even bothers to pretend they’re not just indifferently farting out a bit of effluvium that will dissipate immediately… though not after tickets have been purchased. The sitcom philosophizing of Manny the mammoth (the offensively inoffensive Ray Romano: Eurotrip, Welcome to Mooseport) finds entirely predictable inspiration in the fact that his daughter, Peaches (the voice of Keke Palmer: Akeelah and the Bee, Barbershop 2: Back in Business), is now a “teenager”: Oh no she’s hanging out with the bad kids! Oh no boys! She’s not allowed to date till she’s 35! It’s a blast from the past: not the Pleistocene, the 1950s. Meanwhile Manny’s wife, Ellie (the voice of Queen Latifah [The Dilemma, Just Wright], stripped of her usual spark), sighs a lot in that longsuffering sitcom-mom way. And Peaches learns a lesson about the importance of being true to herself and standing by her friends!
The banal: it burns.
When it’s not wallowing in the cesspool of sitcom caricature — Sid the sloth (the voice of John Leguizamo: The Lincoln Lawyer, Vanishing on 7th Street) gets a visit from his “hilariously” crude Granny (the voice of Wanda Sykes: Rio, Evan Almighty) — Continental Drift is shamelessly stealing random cool stuff from far better movies that at least attempted to inject a modicum of originality into their desperate grasping for box-office billions. For example, when an incident of questionable geological authenticity sends Manny, Sid, and Diego the sabertooth tiger (the voice of Denis Leary [The Amazing Spider-Man, Recount], and man, do I hate to hear him so tampered down) off into the ocean on an ice floe… they encounter pirates.
Please kill me now.
Yes, Continental Drift figures no one will really care all that much if it tries to appropriate some mojo from Pirates of the Caribbean with its band of animal buccaneers — led by baboon Captain Gutt (the voice of Peter Dinklage [Game of Thrones, A Little Bit of Heaven]; yes, really, kill me now) — who sail the seas with no apparent purpose except to confound Manny and Co. The bizarre references to Battleship (the movie) and the Easter bunny are but things of no consequence next to the utterly disgraceful borrowing of the wonderfully clever and funny King Julien and his army of adoring lemurs from Madagascar for the Everybody Loves Manny-versus-Captain Jack subplot.
It’s a perfect storm of awful. Oh, and there’s stuff stolen from The Perfect Storm, too.
The only stuff that works is, as always, the Scrat (whose squeals are voiced by Chris Wedge: Robots), the prehistoric squirrel rat on a perpetual quest for his beloved acorn. With the focus here, Continental Drift is gloriously loony in a purely manic cartoon way. It’s the insistence on trying to make the rest of the story “mean” something — oh no! Ellie and Peaches are being held hostage! Manny’s manhood is threatened! — where it completely fails in every way. Except the one that will earn it wads of cash.
Cheap and cheaty, plus preposterous in all ways — narratively, thematically, mythologically, geologically, emotionally — Continental Drift inspires me to one thing: to sincerely hope that Ice Age 5 is subtitled Mass Extinction.