“I speak for the trees” announces the titular Lorax, grandly, after appearing in a clap of thunder from the shattered stump of a recently-felled truffula tree.
For a film ostensibly about the excesses of a particularly extravagant musical period, Rock of Ages is remarkably docile.
This ensemble piece about wanting, growing, and finally producing babies follows in the familial footsteps of Valentine’s Day and New Year’s Eve in that everyone in the film is connected to everyone else and everyone learns a valuable lesson by the end. Did I say valuable? I apologise. I clearly meant trite.
Ostensibly Charlie Casanova is a critique of the Irish ruling class and their arrogant attitude towards wealth, power and the working class; in reality, it is a boring, relentless rant by an obnoxious git.
This lovely, heartfelt, and determinedly unchallenging film tells the story of Kevin Clash, the puppeteer who breathed life into the Muppet known as Elmo, the red, furry hug-machine beloved by kids around the world.