I believe in walking into every movie open minded. I always try my hardest to review a film that I gave the benefit of a doubt to. After all, would it be fair to allow my expectations to take over my personal liking of a movie? I don't think so. But is it really fair to expect a person like me walk into a sell out performance in which every one of the boaster seats outside the doors are occupied somewhere in the theater, which is ninety percent engrossed with crying babies, whining children, screaming juveniles and restless kids, and think for one minute I am not going to massacre this film to no end in my review? No, there isn't any thinking to the question. Sitting though "The Rugrats Movie" was like being trapped in a little dungeon in middle of an infant nursery. I was thinking to myself "HELP ME, PLEASE."
The movie is based on the Nickelodeon television series called The Rugrats, aimed at very small children. The program, which I have viewed many unfortunate times, isn't my favorite, to say the least. What it does is take a pile of elements that regard pre-schoolers and younger children, presents them on the screen and expects people to care about a bunch of one-year-olds doing baby things. For example, I once saw an episode where the "Rugrats" had to find their pacifier. Another where they experience potty training for the very first time. Are you starting to see where I'm coming from. No one cares about what's it happening to the profoundly annoying characters; the Rugrats.
The movie, which certainly has the same quality as a fifteen minute television program, not surprisingly details the lives of five babies, Tommy, Phil, Angelica, Chuckie, Will and a brand new addition to the family, Dill. They live in a small standardized town with standardized parents and a standardized dog.
One day, under the supervision of their sleeping grandfather, they decide to go on an adventure in the wilderness, which causes a bunch of boring and literally agonizing commotion that lasts and lasts and lasts for over 80 minutes.
As bad as the story, characters and interest were in this movie, the musicals were ten times as bad. They spoofed the light rock song "One Way or Another," funk and rap melodies. The new born babies at a nursery sing, the Rugrats sing, monkeys sing, all in an array tormenting sequences that, literally, forced me to walk out and take a long visit to the bathroom.
I want to end my review by telling you that "The Rugrats Movie" is a very bad movie. Not that I have anything personal against the Rugrats themselves, but I know something depressing when I see it. I walked in to the theater with a frown on my face. I walked out in a madder of joy. Not because I enjoyed the movie, but because it was finally over with.
The movie is based on the Nickelodeon television series called The Rugrats, aimed at very small children. The program, which I have viewed many unfortunate times, isn't my favorite, to say the least. What it does is take a pile of elements that regard pre-schoolers and younger children, presents them on the screen and expects people to care about a bunch of one-year-olds doing baby things. For example, I once saw an episode where the "Rugrats" had to find their pacifier. Another where they experience potty training for the very first time. Are you starting to see where I'm coming from. No one cares about what's it happening to the profoundly annoying characters; the Rugrats.
The movie, which certainly has the same quality as a fifteen minute television program, not surprisingly details the lives of five babies, Tommy, Phil, Angelica, Chuckie, Will and a brand new addition to the family, Dill. They live in a small standardized town with standardized parents and a standardized dog.
One day, under the supervision of their sleeping grandfather, they decide to go on an adventure in the wilderness, which causes a bunch of boring and literally agonizing commotion that lasts and lasts and lasts for over 80 minutes.
As bad as the story, characters and interest were in this movie, the musicals were ten times as bad. They spoofed the light rock song "One Way or Another," funk and rap melodies. The new born babies at a nursery sing, the Rugrats sing, monkeys sing, all in an array tormenting sequences that, literally, forced me to walk out and take a long visit to the bathroom.
I want to end my review by telling you that "The Rugrats Movie" is a very bad movie. Not that I have anything personal against the Rugrats themselves, but I know something depressing when I see it. I walked in to the theater with a frown on my face. I walked out in a madder of joy. Not because I enjoyed the movie, but because it was finally over with.