Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs (review)
This is how far cartoons have descended in the last decade and a half: *The Lion King* was Shakespearean. *Ice Age* is *Everybody Loves Raymond*ean.
This is how far cartoons have descended in the last decade and a half: *The Lion King* was Shakespearean. *Ice Age* is *Everybody Loves Raymond*ean.
A cynical attempt to mine some cash from one of the few remnants of Generation X’s collective childhood that has yet to be picked over for the sake of nostalgia and some ready cash.
This is a beautiful little fan film: it’s fan fiction to the Nth degree…
How did the Pixar folks time it just right to get this cheerful and fantastical yet never unrealistically optimistic movie before our eyes just as we are getting desperate for a movie to hug us reassuringly?
A morass of Three Stooges-level slapstick and juvenile-style playground taunting…
A deliciously clever, convention-busting flick with more soul than you’d expect…
This is a ridiculously entertaining night at the movies.
Could be Thursday Next’s favorite movie of late…
He is a mouse. He is tiny — even for a mouse. He is smart and brave. He longs for adventure. He is a gentleman. He is adorable.
It’s a good thing I just bought the *Wall-E* DVD, because I’m gonna need to watch it at least a dozen times to scrub the horrors of *Delgo* out of my brain.