Mark Dindal finds some good physical comedy in Garfield’s outdoor adventure, but the cat’s dry indifference gets lost in the bustle. Appealing images and a lively Hannah Waddingham cannot make the routine story worth a family evening.
Mark Dindal’s The Garfield Movie has enough good slapstick to make its shortcomings irritating. This is a mixed family adventure, with an appealing animated cat and too little of the indifference that makes him funny. Taking Garfield out of the house is a reasonable way to fill 101 minutes, but keeping him busy leaves the film struggling to distinguish itself from other animated adventures. The opening account of his beginnings suggests that warmth and character might do the work. Before long, activity takes precedence.
Chris Pratt supplies Garfield’s voice without giving him much comic resistance to what is happening around him. The delivery is amiable enough, but the dry contempt for effort needs more than a generally agreeable leading voice. Hannah Waddingham gives Jinx a welcome forcefulness, making the character sound as though she has arrived with ideas of her own. A more distinctive Garfield might have made a stronger centre for this cast.
The training montages are where Dindal most clearly knows what to do. We laughed at their concentrated physical comedy, because the quick succession of movements gives the jokes a precision the dialogue seldom manages. Mark Keefer’s editing gives the individual routines a useful snap, although the passages joining them feel much less sure of their pace. The uneven rhythm becomes harder to ignore whenever the story resumes.
Pete Oswald’s production design favours an illustrated look that suits the broad expressions, and the fur has a softness that makes the cat appealing even when the jokes do not. The brief comic-strip-style montages are particularly welcome, allowing simpler images to carry the comedy. These passages suggest that the film need not keep straining for bigger action. John Debney’s music supports the energy, but the busy stretches would benefit from more quiet around the punchlines.
David Reynolds, Paul A. Kaplan and Mark Torgove’s screenplay has a tender interest in Garfield’s relationship with his father. That deserves some room, and the opening earns affection before the plot starts asking for it. The difficulty is how often the family material feels like something included because an animated adventure is expected to have it. With the story already weak between set pieces, the sentiment slows things further without making Garfield much more interesting.
The conspicuous product placement does not help. It makes an already generic adventure feel more calculated, particularly when the brands are easier to remember than the jokes. A family comedy does not have to preserve every habit of its source, but changing the central character ought to bring some comic advantage. Here, the extra action leaves less space for Garfield to react, and the moments of deadpan humour are too scarce.
The physical comedy may be enough for children who mainly want a succession of mishaps. We cannot recommend it for the whole sofa: the jokes and character are too uneven to sustain the running time. Come for the occasional well-timed tumble, and expect long waits between them.