Get by the left coast hatred of hunters and firearms and you're left with the mildly entertaining animated feature, Open Season. It's all blandly amusing to the wives and kiddies in the audience, and for me, a man who supports hunters' rights, yet has never hunted, there's a feeling that my time could be better used, but why bother. I'm with my family.
The thing I got most out of Open Season was the feeling that the makers of this harmless scat wanted to play with the big boys at Pixar and Dreamworks. There's something about a technical breakthrough at Sony that made the characters pop out on screen more, but the story is so weak that the critters get deflated.
I was wondering if I disliked Open Season because I don't care for Martin Lawrence and Ashton Kutcher. Gary Sinise can do almost no wrong, but Debra Messing has to be seen instead of just heard. Probably the only character that made me laugh out loud was the Scottish squirrel, Billy Connelly. I kept seeing him in Mrs. Brown, flapping about in the surf, and the two images, both with nuts assaulting your senses, kept me chuckling.
How's that for weird!
Anyway, Open Season is a guaranteed money-maker, so grinching about it is pretty much pointless. If you do rent it, watch for the blue porcupine that keeps purring, "Buddy?" That's what made the wife and kid chuckle.
Compare that with my Billy Connelly story and you'll have a whole new sense of the weirdness of your humble movie critic.
The thing I got most out of Open Season was the feeling that the makers of this harmless scat wanted to play with the big boys at Pixar and Dreamworks. There's something about a technical breakthrough at Sony that made the characters pop out on screen more, but the story is so weak that the critters get deflated.
I was wondering if I disliked Open Season because I don't care for Martin Lawrence and Ashton Kutcher. Gary Sinise can do almost no wrong, but Debra Messing has to be seen instead of just heard. Probably the only character that made me laugh out loud was the Scottish squirrel, Billy Connelly. I kept seeing him in Mrs. Brown, flapping about in the surf, and the two images, both with nuts assaulting your senses, kept me chuckling.
How's that for weird!
Anyway, Open Season is a guaranteed money-maker, so grinching about it is pretty much pointless. If you do rent it, watch for the blue porcupine that keeps purring, "Buddy?" That's what made the wife and kid chuckle.
Compare that with my Billy Connelly story and you'll have a whole new sense of the weirdness of your humble movie critic.