The Simpsons Movie
By Geoff Hoppe
August 1, 2007 - 01:07
Starring: Dan Castellaneta, Julie Kavner, Nancy Cartwright, Yeardley Smith, Pamela Hayden
Directed by: David Silverman
Produced by: David Mirkin, James L. Brooks, Al Jean
Running Time: 1 hr. 25 min
Release Date: July 27th, 2007
Rating: PG13 (Parents Strongly Cautioned)
Distributors: 20th Century Fox
Genre: Comedy, Animation and Adaptation
In The Simpsons Movie, Homer’s careless polluting condemns Springfield to imprisonment in a giant Plexiglas bubble. The Simpson family escapes to Alaska (?), where they catch wind of the government’s plans to destroy Springfield and turn it into “the new Grand Canyon.” This conflict shatters the family, and Homer must race against time to save his hometown and reconnect with the people he loves.
The Simpsons is, for America, what Catholicism once was to the Irish: an irreproachable institution woven into the national identity. My language may sound highfalutin, but tell someone you don’t like the The Simpsons, and their shocked surprise (and occasional offense) will sound eerily like an Connacht Carmelite admonishing a sinner. The show, which started off controversial and rebellious, is now a dinosaur like the targets it once skewered. The Simpsons on Sunday is as automatic a ritual as weekly mass once was to a Dubliner.
The Simpsons Movie shares it’s lone redeeming quality with the tv show. The Simpsons’ writers have always been fond of cartoon sight gags, and they’re remarkably good at them. The times I actually laugh at the Simpsons are instances like Homer’s head getting stuck in a bridge, or Grandpa’s teeth being stolen by a turtle. There’s a painfully funny moment in the movie that involves (of course) damage to Homer’s skull. It also involves a sinkhole, bows and arrows, and a lot of clawing. Groening and the rest of the crew clearly love cartoons, and when they try to write a cartoon show, instead of a “significant” yet halfhearted satire, they shine. Too bad that’s rarely the case.
The Simpsons’ humor is so blunt and predictable (cops are fat, politicians are dishonest, retarded kids say the darndest things) that it isn’t so much titillating as it is reassuring. It’s a weekly belge of normative assertions, comforting us that, yes, cynicism is the only way to go. It’s television-as-alka-seltzer.
At one point, Bart made a quip about Homer’s “fat ass.” A nine-year-old four rows behind me giggled cherubically as a haggard man chased a big rock towards the exit.
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