Despite quite a prominent
advertising campaign – including dominating the Regent
Street lights – nobody I know went to see Mr
Peabody & Sherman. Honestly, I’m not surprised – if the characters are
popularly known in the States from their old cartoon appearance (I think in Rocky
and Bullwinkle?), they never made it over to the UK ,
and honestly they’re very hard to like. A know-it-all dog with incredible
physical dexterity and a seven-year-old who is a long way from cute. There’s
nothing about their adventures travelling through time that comes over as
appealing or likely to strike a personal chord, and other than a few rather
excellent moments near the end when different versions of the main characters
end up in the same place at the same time, the film bears that out. It’s not
very interesting, has very few laughs, doesn’t have appealing characters or
designs, and overall is certainly one of the least impressive of Dreamworks’
films.
The story follows a dog who
just happens to be a super-genius named Mr Peabody. Despite having invented a
great many things – including some very silly ones – what he wants most is a
family, and a home. So he adopts a young boy. Seeking to educate young Sherman ,
he begins to take him to different periods in a ‘wayback machine’ to show him
first-hand some of the most significant events in history. Of course, this is
all loose and slapdash for the sake of comedy – Sherman points out that the
George Washington story with the cherry tree is apocryphal, yet we have the
French Revolution depicted as having started as a direct result of Marie
Antoinette saying ‘Let them eat cake’.
On his first day of school –
wow, American kids start their education late – Sherman ’s
grounding in history is evident as he can answer all the questions, upsetting a
girl called Penny by correcting her. She is a really nasty piece of work –
something the film’s redemption arc for her never comes close to satisfactorily
undoing, even if she’s seven – and bullies Sherman in a more literal ‘racism’
than that of real life. He was adopted by a dog, so he must be a dog too, she
reasons.
The two of them end up
fighting and Sherman bites Penny.
This leads to trouble – because a large bullish woman who is a pleasing mix of
Miss Trunchbull and the Queen of Hearts who works for child services wants to
take Sherman away. Now, since when
we meet them, Mr Peabody is putting Sherman
in mortal danger during the Bloody Revolution and escapes only by igniting a
sewer full of methane which really should have killed the people pursuing them,
she may have a point. Nonetheless, Mr Peabody arranges for Penny’s family to be
there on the night of the inspection of his suitability as a parent, so that
the kids can make up. And of course, the kids end up getting into the time
machine.
The adventure takes them to
Ancient Egypt, where Penny almost marries Tutankhamen, then to Renaissance
Italy for frivolities with Da Vinci to recharge, and then after a mishap with a
wormhole back to Ancient Greece and into the Trojan Horse. Of course all of
these time periods are replete with stereotypes, though not all of them
national: witness Agamemnon as a big beefy jock. There’s not much that is very
funny or engaging here – through mortal peril and too many poop jokes, Sherman
and Penny get closer and puppy love is soon very evident.
Things get better once an
emergency leads the kids to go back to shortly before they left, resulting in
the classic two-in-the-same-timeline matter-antimatter paradox and the best
joke in the film being a decidedly non-kid-friendly one about what Mr Peabody
must stop Sherman doing in this situation. Soon the film’s big climax explodes
into silliness with space-time collapsing and going very fast somehow providing
an equal and opposite gravitational reaction to a tear in the continuum, and
Agamemnon saying ‘Don’t taze me bro’, which I can’t see anyone getting in
twenty years’ time.
I seriously doubt Rob Minkoff
will ever do anything again that comes even close to what he accomplished with The Lion King.
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