Who is “Mr. Big”? Is it the rotund owner of the popular restaurant, who looks a lot like Gru’s old archenemy, El Macho? Is it the diminutive and hilariously-coiffed proprietor of the nearby wig emporium? Or somebody else? Will Gru and Lucy stop him before he (BWAH-hah-hah!) takes over the world?
And, not incidentally, will Gru and Lucy–who fall for each other–ride off into the sunset, with not one, but THREE little flower girls in tow?
Steve Carell as Gru, using an Eastern European accent of indeterminate origin, is terrific; Kristen Wiig is perfectly charming as the lovestruck but resourceful Lucy; and Benjamin Bratt as the restauranteur, Eduardo, and Miranda Cosgrove as the eldest daughter, Margo, who enjoys (albeit briefly) a romance of her own, are wonderful. (And let’s not forget Gru’s yellow-skinned, bullet-headed “minions”; as voiced by the film’s directors, Pierre Coffin and Chris Renaud, their madcap antics and nonstop gibberish are worth the price of admission alone.)
Two things set “Despicable Me 2” apart: its vibrant palette (you won’t see a brighter, sunnier-looking animated movie this year), and the script. Screenwriters Ken Daurio and Cinco Paul, almost always choosing the witty, sophisticated joke over the crude and juvenile one (for example, there are only two–count ’em, two–fart jokes in the entire film) have turned out a kid flick that even the grown-ups in the audience will appreciate.
Despicable? Hardly. I’d call it delightful, instead.
FILM REVIEW by Stuart R. Brynien