Film Review — Strange World
Disney’s latest animated feature is a preachy, suffocatingly politically correct slog
There’s a scene about halfway through Strange World, the new animated feature from Disney, when three generations of men in a family play a card game to pass the time. The grandfather and the father can’t understand why the object of the game is to create an ecosystem that lives in perfect harmony, rather than being about goodies and baddies. The teenage grandson rolls his eyes. Yeah, what a bunch of nitwits the older generation are, right? They’re, like, so toxic (and yes, earlier in the film, the grandson uses that tediously overused word).
This is a clear dig at certain audience members (such as me), who long for Disney to pull their heads out of their collective backsides, stop hectoring and striving to be so suffocatingly politically correct, ditch the endless generational trauma therapy (it was fine in Frozen, but enough now), and get back to what they do best. Is it really so much to ask for a bit of proper dramatic conflict? An unrepentant witch? Comedy animals? Appealing leads that aren’t condescending political mouthpieces? And heaven forbid, a story that is actually entertaining?
There certainly isn’t much of that in Strange World, a dull slog of a film that’s essentially a poorly disguised…
