Everyone is buzzing for Bee Movie, the hit comedy from creator and comic icon Jerry Seinfeld. Ambitious young worker bee Barry B. Benson soars out into the world with the high-flying pollen jocks in search of nectar and adventure. But when he breaks one of the cardinal rules of beedom and speaks to humans, Barry sets off an un-bee-lievable chain of events that proves even a little bee can make a big difference!
This film is perfectly OK in that it has a nice script with a few Seinfeldisms and an amusing turn from a self-mocking Ray Liotta to keep the adults happy: it looks fabulous with a golden colour palette and the animators have lots of fun with the movements and flight of the bees. But the central concept- young bee pitches up in the big (human) city, strikes up a friendship with Renee Zellweger’s fetching florist and begins a lawsuit against mankind when he realises that we are helping ourselves to his honey- is desperately lazy; I mean surely that’s a central rule for all these types of films- “A Bug’s Life”, “Antz”, “Toy Story”, even “Lady and the Tramp”- the characters can show awareness of the human world but can never properly interact with it because they can’t talk! But in “Bee Movie” we’re soon being asked to swallow (and somebody nearly does) bee lawyers in a human courtroom, bee reporters at a human press conference, bees being treated in human hospitals, bees flying airliners etc. etc. Grrr! I was itching for a rolled up newspaper by the end! My twelve year old said it made perfect sense to her, though- maybe it’s just me they’re not talking to!