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I finally got around to seeing Jerry Seinfeld’s Bee Movie the other day. What a freaking mess. It’s the exact kind of movie that gets made by insular Hollywood types who don’t get it. It’s like the anti-Walt of animated films. This is a movie whose big dramatic moment is a freaking court case. It’s as if Snow White sued the witch for damages after receiving the poisoned apple. Ridiculous! Was there a single child entertained by Bee Movie? Heck, was there a single adult who was entertained by it? The romantic tension was between a Bee and a human!
Bad movie. Bad, bad movie.
I said ‘Seinfeld? Would could go wrong?’
Evidently everything. Blegh.
Said a friend of mine: “I went with a gift certificate and still felt ripped off.”
This is why I only watch pornography.
I really like animation, but this movie wasn’t very good.
Hah, well perhaps you’re forgetting that the (largely panned) big finale to Seinfeld itself was itself an hour long court case.
Or perhaps more accurately, Mr. Seinfeld forgot.
Do not forget the incessant and annoying Bee Movie moments that cropped up on NBC for weeks before the damned movie came out. Jesus, the network was unwatchable for the silly things. And for everyone of them I had to watch to get through a program, I wanted to punch Seinfeld in the ear.
Knew Bee Movie would be teh suck from the first preview; never saw it in the theater, about 5 minutes in random snippets on cable was the most I could stand. The great corporate management geniuses will distribute dreck like this, and block innovative and clever animated movies like Sita Sings the Blues because it used some freaking 80 year old songs!!! F**KERS!!@#$1eleven
The movie was given the greenlight when Seinfeld said, ‘I’ve got an idea for a movie. B-movie. It’s a movie about bees.’
And that’s as far as he had gotten. No story. No plot. Not even an outline for a plot. Apparently they went through more than 100 script ideas before settling on the one they used, and you can tell.
Some parts of the movie are good, like the world the bees live in. But for the most part, it just doesn’t world as a story.
The trailers were enough to put me off, and then the feedback from actual ticket-buyers, who remembered mediocrity, gave me no encouragement. We all have to decide how to spend — or I should say risk — the little time we have. Oliver’s refreshingly blunt comment was additional confirmation. Seinfeld had his apotheosis in a great, great sitcom. And that was that.