They’ve promised us that this will be the last Shrek film, and please let it be true.
That Carell and Fey manage to maintain their gosh-darn likeability is the most surprising thing about this otherwise aggressively mediocre flick.
Oh, thank the gods. Thank crazy Walt Disney’s head in a cryogenic freezer. Thank the army of producers and FX geeks and writers and cast and studio execs and focus-group gurus and everyone else who made this prepackaged, ready-for-synergy-marketing, lowest-common-denominator junk cinema the most cheesalicious, escape-a-riffic it could be.