Bill Murray supplies some dry amusement, but this is a poor family comedy with too much chatter between jokes. Billy Connolly and Tim Curry help, though neither can make 86 minutes feel like time well spent.
Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties is a poor family comedy with enough occasional amusement to make its weak writing frustrating. Director Tim Hill has performers who can make a slight line sound funny, but the screenplay by Joel Cohen and Alec Sokolow gives them far too many slight lines. The film keeps talking when it needs to find something comic for its characters to do. At 86 minutes, it ought to be an easy diversion; instead, too much of it feels like waiting for the next usable joke.
Bill Murray’s Garfield is the main reason to persevere for a while. There is pleasure in the voice’s reluctance to sound impressed, and the delivery can make even an unpromising remark briefly entertaining. The trouble is how much the writing relies on our enjoying that familiar dryness, regardless of what the character actually says. A performance this unhurried needs sharp material, and too often the pause before a line is more enjoyable than the line itself.
Tim Curry’s Prince supplies a more theatrical alternative, and Billy Connolly works hard as Dargis. Their willingness to be broad is welcome in a film that does not always seem certain how silly it wants to be. Breckin Meyer, as Jon Arbuckle, and Jennifer Love Hewitt, as Liz, have less opportunity to supply the missing surprise. The human performances are rarely the trouble, though the film gives us little reason to anticipate their next contribution.
We were amused by the animals making pasta in the kitchen, because the film finally gives them something to do besides talk. Peter Lyons Collister’s cinematography keeps the activity readable, allowing the task itself to provide some comedy. Tony Burrough’s production design gives that activity a useful setting rather than merely something agreeable behind the characters. It is modest physical business, but it offers the sort of straightforward pleasure that the dialogue too often fails to provide.
Peter S. Elliot’s editing offers bursts of momentum, but the stretches of chatter still feel laboured. Too many exchanges continue after their comic possibilities are exhausted, and shortening the gaps would not solve that. Christophe Beck’s music supplies enthusiasm without making those scenes feel much funnier. Joel Cohen and Alec Sokolow needed to give the characters stronger jokes before the editor and composer could do much to help them.
Simple plotting is no objection in a children’s comedy; knowing where a story is going can be part of the pleasure. What matters is finding some surprise along the way, and this film offers too little beyond its performers’ efforts. The crude humour and tired references are particularly disappointing because neither requires much attention to character. Being easy for a young child to follow should not mean giving an accompanying adult so little to enjoy beyond an occasional funny delivery.
The cast’s effort deserves acknowledgement rather than blame, and the kitchen passage suggests a more consistently playful film was possible. But liking Garfield, or liking Bill Murray, is doing a large share of the work. For a family evening, we would look for a comedy that does not need its audience to arrive already fond of the cat.