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films (Eric Darnell) and a co-director who made Bee Movie; overlong, often annoying and occasionally funny. The film takes one of the best parts of the Madagascar movies – aka not the main characters – and stretches the titular characters out to feature length status.
For those unfamiliar with said penguins, they’re a mischievous foursome prone to fiendish, and som
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Private gets a chance to show what he’s made of when the birds are captured by your standard Dreamworks villain; the loud, annoying and did I mention loud baddie, this time out in the form of Dave the Octopus. Lacking the cuteness of o asics tiger shoes for men ur feathered friends
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, Dave ends up getting jettisoned from one zoo to the next. Years of such treatment has made the once lovable Dave bitter and out for vengeance in the form of a serum which transform all penguins into green, creepy looking beasties.
Penguins of Madagascar is mostly a chore. It peaks three minutes in with a gag 95% of audiences won’t even understand. That bit revolves a narrator discussing the rough, somewhat beautiful, lives of penguins via Werner Herzog, a man who has already made his own doc on the creatures. Herzog’s films tend to be light on pleasantries and heavy on the horrors of nature, making his presence amusingly alarming. That’s basically it in terms of originality or genuine imagination. The rest is hitting the same beats repeatedly, be it a gag playing on celebrity names that can be reworked into commands(Nicolas, cage those birds) or the pomposity of its various characters.
The penguins’ shtick is exaggerated out in this form, more fitting to a short cartoon show, which it just so happens to already be. At roughly 90 minutes, what is charming in its simplicity wears thin; worn out from the stereotypical Dreamworks machine of cynicism where the majority of characters are selfish and continuously blustering in presentation.
Penguins of Madagascar opens wide all across Seattle tomorrow.