To start, I didn't think this movie was abysmal. Sure, it was terrible in most every way possible -- I didn't care for the characters, nobody with acting skill was used, and the plot was thinner than a coked-up supermodel. The cast was lifted straight from another, already-mentioned movie. The introduction completely plagiarized a different movie. Verne Troyer's unnecessary appearance perpetuates two more things: the film's budget was grossly mis-allocated and Troyer's career is dying painfully.
In fact, I cannot think of one redeeming quality for this movie. But with new director and new production crew I could give it a "nice effort" at best. I was actually going to rate this three stars.
Then I just read the last two pages of these comments. These guys, the film crew (or whoever hired people to write these reviews), seriously are douche bags. All of the reviews are quite obviously planted -- written in almost precisely the same tone, and tout how fantastic and smart this movie is. Comparable to the well-written classics, let alone exude superiority? Not even close. The fat kid is not the next Chris Farley. Drake Bell should stick with kids' shows (maybe he'll be the next quasi-boring Jason Bateman in 30 years). Chicken Little got a lucky break with an acting job from his 15 minutes of fame.
If the crew had any sense whatsoever, they would not have written a dozen or so ten-star reviews prior to the film's release. Maybe then we wouldn't have had such high expectations for the movie, or be completely biased against them.
In fact, I cannot think of one redeeming quality for this movie. But with new director and new production crew I could give it a "nice effort" at best. I was actually going to rate this three stars.
Then I just read the last two pages of these comments. These guys, the film crew (or whoever hired people to write these reviews), seriously are douche bags. All of the reviews are quite obviously planted -- written in almost precisely the same tone, and tout how fantastic and smart this movie is. Comparable to the well-written classics, let alone exude superiority? Not even close. The fat kid is not the next Chris Farley. Drake Bell should stick with kids' shows (maybe he'll be the next quasi-boring Jason Bateman in 30 years). Chicken Little got a lucky break with an acting job from his 15 minutes of fame.
If the crew had any sense whatsoever, they would not have written a dozen or so ten-star reviews prior to the film's release. Maybe then we wouldn't have had such high expectations for the movie, or be completely biased against them.
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