Bee Movie

Posted November 5, 2007 in Film

In their well-orchestrated and communistic hives, worker bees haven’t had a day off in 27 million years. As the voice of Barry, a young bee graduate, co-writer Jerry Seinfeld is a microphone away from saying, “What’s the deal with working ourselves to death?” His fellow grads, the class of 9:15am, cheer for their lifetime of toil at the Honex factory in their hive making the precious golden sweetness that they use for everything from hair gel to mouth wash. But to his parents’ (Kathy Bates and Barry Levinson) disappointment, Barry turns Benjamin Braddock and spends a huge chunk of his life—three whole days—floating around in their honey pool. Just when you’re morbidly enjoying a cartoon that warns tykes that of future as paycheck slaves, Seinfeld and his three co-writers keep taking their story bigger and bigger from Barry’s departure from their Central Park hive to his crush on a florist (Renée Zellweger) to his decision to sue the entire human race for bee infringement, particularly corporations like Honiburton and Hunron for stealing their product, and musician Sting for stealing their name. Dreamworks usual M.O. of subverting kids’ flicks with adult cynicism is pushed to the limit of confusing the matinée crowd—there’s jocular deaths and even a stretch of courtroom scenes with John Goodman as a slick prosecutor and Oprah Winfrey presiding as judge. But excepting a forgettable emergency plane landing climax that could have starred anyone from Shrek to Jim Carrey, what distinguishes this better than half-decent comedy is its detailed insight into the bee brain where tennis balls get mistaken for flowers and mankind is a bully, but stinging back is suicide. (Amy Nicholson)


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