Despicable Me (2010)

Despicable Me (2010)



Lunar Toons and Cookie Capers
Is there a meaningful distinction to be drawn between exercising the imagination and just making up a bunch of stuff? When it comes to children at play, probably not: the pleasure of inventiveness matters more than the quality of the particular inventions. But children’s entertainment, made by grown-ups at great expense in anticipation of even greater profit, is another matter. The difference between inspired creation and frantic pretending is the difference between magic and mediocrity, between art and junk, or to cite a conveniently available example, between “Toy Story 3” and “Despicable Me.”
Directed by Pierre Coffin and Chris Renaud and produced by Universal Pictures and Illumination Entertainment — a new player in the lucrative and competitive world of feature animation — “Despicable Me” cannot be faulted for lack of trying. If anything, it tries much too hard, stuffing great gobs of second-rate action, secondhand humor and warmed-over sentiment into every nook and cranny of its relentlessly busy 3-D frames.
The movie relies on the funny voices of popular television and movie performers (many of them associated with other properties in the NBC Universal corporate family), most notably Steve Carell, who whimsically adopts a quasi-Russian accent in the role of Gru, a supervillain. Gru is equipped with a disapproving, emotionally distant mother (Julie Andrews); a wisecracking nemesis named Vector (Jason Segel); a grouchy old scientist sidekick (Russell Brand); and a swarm of cute little yellow minions, whose mostly nonverbal chirping and squeaking provide a heavy, derivative dollop of cuteness and merchandising opportunity.
And just in case those industrious little doodads (they look like extra-strength pain-reliever capsules with eyes and limbs) weren’t cute enough, the film supplies three adorable orphans with old-lady names who melt Gru’s stony heart not long after he adopts them.
Do you want to know why? It has to do with his plan to swipe a shrink-ray gun from Vector and use it to steal the Moon. Vector has a weakness for cookies, and the three little girls — a brainy, sensible older one named Margo (Miranda Cosgrove), a tomboy named Edith (Dana Gaier) and Agnes (Elsie Fisher), a baby-faced pixie who is crazy for unicorns — sell his favorite kind door-to-door for the benefit of Miss Hattie (Kristen Wiig), the keeper of their Dickensian orphanage.
Are you choked up yet? Are you laughing yet? You might be before the picture is over, but only because the alternative would be the kind of snarling fury that would make you feel bad about yourself. “Despicable Me,” its title notwithstanding, means no harm and tries so hard to be likable that you may hate yourself for hating it. Its vision of evil is a man with a pointy nose, an exotic accent and a turtleneck sweater who wants to snatch the Moon because his mommy never loved him enough. Gru is an underachiever, a perpetual second-place finisher behind the smug Vector, with his family connections, his track suits, his modernist mansion and his repertory of inane, done-to-death catch phrases (“Boo-yah” and “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”).
It’s difficult not to see some of Gru’s inferiority complex reflected in the movie itself, which labors mightily to distinguish itself in a terrain dominated by Pixar and DreamWorks Animation. The tender bond that forms between Gru and his adoptive daughters, cemented with bedtime stories and spontaneous trips to a 3-D-maximizing amusement park, strives for a Pixaresque purity of feeling, while the winking, occasionally crude humor and pop-culture allusiveness, as well as Gru’s grumpiness, veer toward Shrekland.
Gru’s grand criminal scheme, which involves skittering robots baked into the cookies and then ever larger and more elaborate gizmos and flying machines, is as hectic and desperate as “Despicable Me” itself. The filmmakers seem motivated above all by the terror that if things slow or quiet down for even a second, the audience will either fall asleep or throw a tantrum. And so the projectiles (aren’t you glad you paid that extra fee for the 3-D “experience”?) keep coming, interrupted by wisecracks and snippets of teary sincerity.
The few moments of genuine visual or verbal wit — a bit of delicate minion slapstick that recalls the antics of Scrat in the “Ice Age” movies; a line reading that showcases Mr. Carell’s unparalleled deadpan — only highlight the paucity of real originality or artistic confidence. So much is going on in this movie that, while there’s nothing worth despising, there’s not much to remember either.
“Despicable Me” is rated PG (Parental guidance suggested). It has some action scenes that might rattle very young children.
DESPICABLE ME
Opens on Friday nationwide.
Directed by Chris Renaud and Pierre Coffin; written by Cinco Paul and Ken Daurio, based on a story by Sergio Pablos; edited by Pamela Ziegenhagen-Shefland and Gregory Perler; music by Pharrell Williams and Heitor Pereira, songs and themes by Mr. Williams; production designer, Yarrow Cheney; art director, Eric Guillon; produced by Chris Meledandri, Janet Healy and John Cohen; released by Universal Pictures and Illumination Entertainment. Running time: 1 hour 28 minutes.
WITH THE VOICES OF: Steve Carell (Gru), Jason Segel (Vector), Russell Brand (Dr. Nefario), Kristen Wiig (Miss Hattie), Will Arnett (Mr. Perkins), Danny McBride (Fred McDade), Jemaine Clement (Jerry the Minion), Miranda Cosgrove (Margo), Jack McBrayer (Carnival Barker/Tourist Dad), Dana Gaier (Edith), Elsie Fisher (Agnes) and Julie Andrews (Gru’s Mom).