We’re all allowed some major guilty pleasures, aren’t we?
So sorry that I’m not sorry about loving “Puss in Boots.” I’m well aware that it’s a shadow of DreamWorks Animation’s heyday of “Shrek” and “Shrek 2” (which introduced the titular character). And it’s still no Pixar. But the day that there’s something wrong with having a good laugh at clever wordplay and situations is a day I don’t want to see.
I was busting a gut throughout the movie, and it wasn’t even in spite of myself. It’s delirious fun through and through, reclaiming a shrewd wit that seems to have eluded this studio’s movies for the past few years. I’ll admit that I had my doubts about a spin-off, even if it was based on one of my favorite “Shrek” characters. Yet once the movie began, all my doubts were put at bay and I was enjoying the movie like I was five years old again.
Antonio Banderas’ thick Spanish accent once again brings that sucker punch of spirit to the character of Puss in Boots, no longer a marginalized sideshow (can anyone say Mike Myers’ Shrek was their favorite character in the series?) but headlining a prequel to the action. I must say, he makes a good case that DreamWorks should have spent ten years and four movies focused on him. Trotting from pun to pun and one twisted-off fairy tale character to the next, he brings a laugh and a wide-faced grin with him wherever he goes.
Whether it’s romancing Kitty Softpaws (Salma Hayek), a perfect romantic foil, through dance battles or attempting to decode the mysterious motivations of Humpty Dumpty (Zach Galifianakis in some truly inspired vocal casting), his adventures are a blast as he pursues the golden eggs at the top of Jack’s magic beanstalk. The story never feels like something we’ve seen before, a remarkable feat for a franchise entry. “Puss in Boots” really is just rollicking good fun for some reason. I could spend more time trying to figure out what exactly that reason is, but I’d rather just let its silliness be and accept the mystery. B+ /
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