Tuesday, 9 February 2010
The Princess and the Frog (2010)
Having an eight-year old daughter means seeing a lot of films a Manly Man of Mature Manly Years such as I might not, ordinarily, elect to see. Many of these are awful, of course. But though I puckered a disdainful moue with which to kiss this latest Disney product, I must report that. actually, I quite enjoyed it. I wouldn't say that my kiss turned it into Prince Wall-E, or Prince Toy-Story-II exactly; but it may have pouf'd and emerged from the cloud of magic smoke as Prince Aladdin-via-Jungle-Book. Which isn't bad. More, indeed: the first half in particular is visually very inventive and often funny (the second half is rather less assured in its pacing and plotting); the race stuff, which I was prepared, as I stepped into the cinema, to find clumsily or borderline-offensively handled, was done fairly well I'd say: neither glossed over nor dwelt handwringingly upon. The light brown Prince, Prince Naveen of Nonspecifica, is given a voice somewhere between Pepé le Pew and Sacha Baron-Cohen's Lemur King from the Madagascar films, which is distracting. But in general this is Really Not Bad.