|jimmy neutron: boy genius(2001)||
director: john a. davis
patrick stewart, martin short, andrea martin
|.||Nickelodeonís Jimmy Neutron lives in a world thatís part
part Simpsons. Appropriately called Retroville, itís the latest
attempt to create kidís entertainment outside the Disney model; that is,
of as much appeal to kids as to the parents who shepherd them through noisy
megaplexes to see the film.
Jimmy, the boy genius, makes shrink rays out of the t.v. remote and launches satellites made from toasters into the stratosphere in his idle time before catching the school bus. His parents, loving but slow-witted variations on the Cleavers, donít seem to appreciate their little prodigy, and to the kids at school heís just another nerd. Until, of course, space aliens abduct Retrovilleís parental units and Jimmy has to turn the local amusement park rides into nuclear-powered interplanetary assault craft.
The aliens are basically sentient, sinister balls of snot sloshing about in floating eggs (voiced by Martin Short and Star Trekís Patrick Stewart), and the parents are to be sacrificed to their godzilla-like poultry god, but only after theyíve been made to do the chicken dance for a packed stadium of snot-eggs. Thatís pretty much as much plot as the movie can stand. Like most of the computer-animated marvels that seem to reach the market these days, itís not the story that counts but the implausible experience that can be generated free from the restraints of camera, film, and actors.
Jimmy Neutronís animation style is an extension of the Toy Story universe, a vision made of jet-moulded plastic, all slick, rounded surfaces and elastic skeletons in candy colours. The camera work is just as garish, eager to send us on rollercoaster joyrides whenever the action seems to flag. Which is rare -- like an eager puppy, the film ricochets all over the place, encouraging parents to note the detritus of their own cultural childhood in Retrovilleís cluttered landscape while taking the kids on yet another vertigo-inducing ride. Itís junk-food moviemaking, pleasantly free from aftertaste or originality.