Why do I keep doing this to myself? My habit for checking
out every new film I can get to, intended audience be damned, frequently puts
me in the position of acknowledging that, yes, I am actively putting money and
time towards something that wasn’t made with someone like me in mind. But I
happily go through with it, partly because being that open with new releases
sometimes puts me in front of genuinely good films that I wouldn’t have even
noticed otherwise, and partly because even if a given film is bad, it still
gives me some much-needed venting and usually decent material to write about afterwards.
Over the last few years, the sub-genre of animated family films about talking
animals has served as one of the bigger examples of all of the worst-case scenarios
listed above, and we have a particularly bad one today.
