Scrat supplies the laughs in a crowded sequel that keeps interrupting an asteroid threat with wedding worries. Mike Thurmeier’s film has enough visual invention for a short, but too little story for 95 minutes.
Ice Age: Collision Course is a poor family adventure with a few funny interruptions from Scrat. Mike Thurmeier directs a film that tries to accommodate an asteroid threat, wedding worries and a crowd of characters, giving each another reason to interrupt the others. There is a workable children’s comedy in the contrast between imminent disaster and everyday fuss. The trouble is that the fuss takes so much explaining, and the threat never makes the story feel urgent.
Scrat is the exception because his cosmic slapstick gives us something immediate to watch and understand. We laughed at his misadventures in space, then grew impatient when the film returned to the wedding concerns. His physical comedy makes good use of the animation’s willingness to be ridiculous, without demanding much patience from us. These passages also allow a joke to be the main attraction for a moment. The larger adventure rarely seems so sure of what deserves our attention.
The screenplay by Yoni Brenner, Michael Berg and Michael J. Wilson is crowded without providing much of a story. Manny (Ray Romano), Sid (John Leguizamo) and Diego (Denis Leary) have to share the film with so many competing concerns that their company becomes surprisingly tiring. There are toilet jokes and recycled comic situations, but little develops through them. The wedding material is especially wearing because the film keeps asking us to take it seriously while an asteroid remains the more pressing problem.
Renato Falcão’s cinematography helps the busy animation remain legible, and the bright colour is a welcome pleasure. There is care in the character designs, enough to suggest personalities that the dialogue struggles to provide. We would not call the film careless to look at: there are visual jokes here that have been thought through and details worth noticing. That makes the weak writing more frustrating, since the images repeatedly offer more interest than the conversations.
Editors James Palumbo and Erin Crackel keep the separate strands moving, but the switches between them give the comedy a restless rhythm. Just as one situation begins to hold our attention, there is another demand on it, and the accumulation becomes tiring. John Debney’s score adds to the bustle when a little quiet might have given the jokes some room. At 95 minutes, the film spends too much time getting in its own way.
A family adventure does not need a solemn lesson, and there is nothing wrong with aiming chiefly at silliness. But silliness works better when we understand what each character wants and have time to enjoy the consequences. The crowd here makes that difficult: every additional concern reduces the time available for a decent comic exchange. Younger viewers can follow complicated plots, but the complications need to be worth following.
There is enough effort here to make the disappointment more than a matter of franchise fatigue. The occasional absurd gag works, and Scrat remains welcome company, but neither gives much reason to sit through the intervening business. For a family evening, we would choose something that does not require quite so much waiting between laughs.