It's undeniably a fun time and a proper send-up of hoorah pro military films, but the sheer amateurish nature of it really bogs the film down. Neil Marshall is a great director and this feels like it was him working out all the bad instincts he had, leading to greater things down the road.
It's always at least somewhat interesting when this much talent works on a project that ends up a total mess. Was there a point where this thing could have worked? Maybe, but with bits like the 30something Armie Hammer calling a group of young college students "Fucking millennials" I kind of doubt it.
And truly LOL at that ending.
At one point in this movie, all in pretty mindblowing CGI, we see a tuft of fur shed off Simba. That shed of fur lands on a tree... then gets eaten by a giraffe... then makes up part of a dung beetle's poop ball... then is carried by the wind... then is carried by an ant... then lands in water... then is almost carried off by a dragonfly... then is carried off by a bird... and finally makes its way…
The chemistry between Theron and Rogen is great, and Rogen's physical comedy still works like gangbusters. But beyond that, I found this to be a confused and often baffling romcom. In between the sweetness, the film tries to fit in and comment on our post metoo world, but is so blunt that it feels closer to parody (the decision to cast a makeup caked Andy Serkis as the Rupert Murdoch stand-in doesn't help matters). Even worse, the third act has…