So. This is kind of perfect. David Mamet, an incredibly skilled yet often flawed playwright, screenwriter and director, is at the top of his considerable game here, crafting a mesmerizing study of language and the power of differing perceptions designed to spark fierce debate.
It's unapologetically smart, uncomfortable as hell and as tense as the best psychological thrillers, keeping you on the edge of your seat until you're forced to grip the armrests... and it does it all in one…
Hard for me to fully get behind a movie when it opens with Jiminy Cricket singing an anti-intellectual anthem. ("Be dumb and happy kids / lalala ignorance is so fun / smart people are the worst!!!!" - basically the lyrics.) But then Bongo happens, and despite its relatively simplistic big-bear/little-bear face-off climax, the rest of the film is a rousing tribute to romance and Dinah Shore's voice. Then, Edgar Bergen (despite some weak ventriloquism) and his sharp humor join Mickey and the Beanstalk and the whole movie reaches the dizzying heights (both literally and figuratively) that classic Disney animation is capable of.
Misguided on almost every level.
I'm a Will Gluck fan. I'm a Jamie Foxx fan. I'm a Jay-Z fan. I'm a Rose Byrne fan. Byrne is the only one who emerged unscathed.
Ten thoughts, to summarize:
1) Auto-tune is a serious problem. Jamie Foxx can sing, but you wouldn't know it. It's a style thing, I guess... but I can't even hear the lyrics, the auto tuned vocals are so buried in the mix.
2) It's not funny. Like at…