What is it with Hugh Jackman’s need to do movies with adorable robots? Or his need to find new, unattractive ways to wear his hair?
In what is simultaneously childish and gratuitously brutal, this is an enterprise for virtually no one.
THIS FILM IS NOT APPROPRIATE FOR KIDS. At least not under the age of twelve or thirteen.
Every character, except the one essayed by Dev Patel, is excruciatingly unlikable. Especially the three tough, urban misfits who drive too much of the “heart” of this tedious, pedestrian slog.
Apparently, when artificial intelligence is perfected, each identity comes into the world acting like a sweet, cartoonish street urchin, longing for love. During one of the most truly condescending and grating moments of the movie, Chappie’s friends are instructing him on the ways to act cool–which include wearing gold chains and affecting an accent from the barrios of east Los Angeles while grabbing his robot crotch.
I was already looking for the exit at that point.
But my real issue is the infusion of unnecessary violence, language, nudity and swagger in what should have been a movie for kids. It’s like an “R” rated film from Nickleodeon. And I have never been accused of being a prude.
The thing comes off like somebody gave a graphic novel geek $100 million to make a movie for his friends.
Neill Blomkamp (District 9, Elysium) directed it.
I rest my case.
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