An entire generation has grown up wondering why Eddie Murphy was once considered funny. This film will not answer that question.
Really, we're supposed to think that awkward, stiff motions and leering grimaces are somehow humorous? This doesn't even rise to the level of fart humor.
The Elizabeth Banks character should be reported to Child Protection and Services for letting her kid go anywhere near this creepy weirdo. But Austyn Myers as Josh gives a winning performance, and he ALMOST sells the idea that a kid would find "Dave" fascinating, kind of like a car wreck.
Ed Helms, as #2, tries to inject a voice of sanity and duty into the command chamber, and he gets rewarded by being painted as arrogant, vindictive, and power-mad.
Jut-jawed security guy Pat Kilbane's #4 has his latent gayness triggered by exposure to "A Chorus Line", following which he goes all flouncy and twittery. Really, could the stereotyping get any more offensive?
Gabrielle Union as #3 sure is a treat for the eyes, tho, and you can see where the gargantuan budget for this box-office disaster ended up: pretty much entirely paying for the Murphy name and the special effects, with hardly a thot to the screenplay and direction.
Really, we're supposed to think that awkward, stiff motions and leering grimaces are somehow humorous? This doesn't even rise to the level of fart humor.
The Elizabeth Banks character should be reported to Child Protection and Services for letting her kid go anywhere near this creepy weirdo. But Austyn Myers as Josh gives a winning performance, and he ALMOST sells the idea that a kid would find "Dave" fascinating, kind of like a car wreck.
Ed Helms, as #2, tries to inject a voice of sanity and duty into the command chamber, and he gets rewarded by being painted as arrogant, vindictive, and power-mad.
Jut-jawed security guy Pat Kilbane's #4 has his latent gayness triggered by exposure to "A Chorus Line", following which he goes all flouncy and twittery. Really, could the stereotyping get any more offensive?
Gabrielle Union as #3 sure is a treat for the eyes, tho, and you can see where the gargantuan budget for this box-office disaster ended up: pretty much entirely paying for the Murphy name and the special effects, with hardly a thot to the screenplay and direction.