The Tale of Peter Rabbit Review and Critique
Long earlier that rascally Bugs Bunny tormented Elmer Fudd in cartoon shorts, British author and illustrator Beatrix Potter'south Peter Rabbit was the gilded standard of naughty anthropomorphic carrot crunchers. Dapper in his Edwardian attire of blue jacket and brown slippers, Peter risked life and limb by purloining the produce from Mr. McGregor's garden patch. His hazard was the showtime in a series of 23 slim volumes of children'south fables virtually the secret life of woodland inhabitants, ranging from Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle the washerwoman hedgehog to Mr. Jeremy Fisher the gentlemanly frog.
"The Tale of Peter Rabbit"—outset published in 1902—continues to be popular bedtime reading cloth, not the to the lowest degree considering our headstrong hero suffers consequences for his bad behavior. And a sizable reverence withal exists for Potter'due south writing and her delicately nuanced watercolor portraits of her characters. That may explain the initial uproar over the trailers touting Sony's iii-D animated "Peter Rabbit," with live-action actors interacting with digital creatures in a crasser and cruder present-day context. Reactions ran from queasily aghast to utterly revolted when Peter (voiced past James Corden, striving mightily to put the hip in his hop) and a menagerie pulled from Potter's ain pages are shown as rowdy vandals who plow McGregor'south country manor in the scenic Lake District into an actual creature house—trashing the place, employing hedgehogs as darts and twerking their fuzzy tails.
Even so, this adaptation directed by Will Gluck ("Like shooting fish in a barrel A," the best-forgotten "Annie" remake ) and co-written with Rob Lieber ("Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible No Adept, Very Bad Mean solar day") remains semi-faithful to the source fabric—at least for the get-go 10 minutes or and so. Afterward all, it is a fairly short book. In this padded version, the now-orphaned Peter recruits his triplet sisters, Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail (spoken by Margot Robbie, Elizabeth Debicki and Daisy Ridley—non that you lot tin can tell) along with their stubby cousin Benjamin (Colin Moody), to assist in staging a major heist. The elderly McGregor (Sam Neill, barely recognizable backside a bushy gray beard and actress torso padding) is initially oblivious—until he turns off his loud backyard mower. But just when information technology looks every bit if he has trapped his prey, the gardener suddenly drops dead. It seems the rake-wielding hot-head was a junk food junkie—oh, the irony, given his struggles to protect his bountiful crops.
That doesn't happen in the book and neither does what follows. But it allows for an odd mixed-species rivalry with echoes of "Rushmore" to build over the affections of neighbor Bea (Rose Byrne, adding welcome honey to this English brew but under-utilized). She is sympathetic to the rabbits' need to feed and has a propensity for painting their likenesses. Peter has a shell on her but will soon accept to compete with McGregor's great-nephew, Thomas, an uptight Londoner with control bug who has inherited the house. Initially, I was nervous to larn that Domhnall Gleeson was starring in this. Witnessing his A.A. Milne exploiting his son forever made me feel guilty well-nigh ever liking Winnie-the-Pooh after "Goodbye Christopher Robin." Merely despite sharing his uncle's deep-rooted disdain for wildlife, which he hides from Bea, it is Thomas who nosotros begin to feel sorry for as the increasingly argumentative Peter goes from likably cheeky chap to sneering sadist equally he tries to torture his enemy by repurposing McGregor's animal traps, electrical security devices and explosives as weapons of ever-escalating destruction in the mode of "Home Alone."
The quaint production values are high quality and the animated likenesses of Peter and his buddies are conceivable. Merely while some pandering to 21st-century sensibilities is to be expected, Gluck and Lieber cheapen matters considerably by inserting various sub-par pop references ("That'll do grunter— that'll exercise" from "Infant," the slo-mo group gangster stroll from "Reservoir Dogs," songbirds that rap, launching tomatoes like hand grenades while leaping across the screen sideways, Bayhem-style). They also similar some of their jokes so much, they are compelled to repeat them. There'southward a cock-a-doodle loon of a rooster who is perpetually gob smacked to witness that another day has dawned. Peter derides Benjamin'south brown jacket for being besides "matchy-matchy" with his aforementioned-hued fur a couple of times. Then there is that one-time fave—a deer paralyzed in its ain tracks while staring blankly into headlights—that is too deemed worthy of a double play.
It'south truthful that many of the young kids in the crowd were laughing raucously at the slapstick escapades. And, yes, Peter eventually does the right matter and makes peace with the humans. Clearly there is a severe case of "Paddington" envy here and a hunger for yet some other animated franchise. But easy chuckles are no substitute for genuine charm. I'yard just glad that Corden didn't insist on doing rabbit burrow karaoke.
Susan Wloszczyna
Susan Wloszczyna spent much of her nearly thirty years at USA TODAY as a senior amusement reporter. At present unchained from the grind of daily journalism, she is fix to view the world of movies with fresh optics.
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