ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS: CHIPWRECKED
It may well say how doomed the Western world is as a culture that such an inane, empty-headed premise as watching a bunch of cutsie, smartass talking animals with squeaky high-pitched voices has managed to be extended to fill four films, all of which have been modest box-office successes. Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked reigns in as mildly less excruciating and painful than the previous two films. Under director Mike Mitchell, previously known for Deuce Bigelow, Male Giglolo (1999), Surviving Christmas (2004), Sky High (2005), Shrek Forever After (2010) and the subsequent Trolls (2016), there is less of a focus on smartass one-liners. There is also less in the way of song numbers this time, as the plots focus is far more on mimicking the desert island adventure story. That said, there is still a great deal in the way of the Chipmunks (and Chipettes) being cutsie in sequences that are intended as little more than the equivalent of mud pie fights or kids going crazy with waterguns the Chipmunks causing chaos after squirting suntan oil on the ships deck so they can go skating on it; the Chipettes in a disco dancefloor showdown of styles with a trio of bitchy girls that look like they have stepped out of Jersey Shore (2009-12); the Chipmunks amok in the ships casino; the Chipmunks Tarzan-swinging or travelling on zip lines through the jungle of the island and so on.
The minor spin that Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked places on what has gone before in the other films is to throw the Chipmunks, Chipettes, Jason Lees Dave and, in a contrived addition, David Crosss Ian onto a desert island. This seems solely for the purpose of offering a new venue for the usual malarkey. To this extent, the film appropriates the dramatic cliches of the desert island drama for its running time a lost treasure; a volcano about to explode; fears of a monster lurking; a villain determined to get the treasure at all costs; a climactic scene taking place on a bridge over a ravine that is about to collapse. None of these are delivered in any interesting way or even with any dramatics that generate the remotest shred of tension. The films wackiest addition is comedian Jenny Slate in a parody of Tom Hanks in Cast Away (2000) imagine Hanks recast as a combination of a ditzy airhead and an Indiana Jones gone wrong, with beach ball companions having been given sinisterly twisted expressions on their drawn faces.
Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Road Chip (2015) was a further sequel.
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