I wouldn’t have guessed a robot raising a goose would be such a effective metaphor for motherhood, yet here we are—and it works beautifully. This film is tender, emotionally resonant. I cried. DreamWorks, which I’ve felt has been long stuck in a stylistic rut, is making bold strides in reimagining their animation. This film is striking and sharp.
That said, not all modern touches land. A drawn-out musical montage drenched in what can only be described as “mall pop” feels particularly cringe-worthy. And while the film’s core conceit is wonderful, it falters as it unfolds—revealing too much, rather than trusting its own mysteries. Science fiction thrives on ambiguity, and in the final act, where restraint is most needed, the film instead indulges, dulling the impact of its strongest moments.
Still, for all its missteps, this is a thoughtful, visually inventive work—one that lingers, even as it stumbles.
Extra applause for casting Matt Berry as a beaver—whoever made that call deserves a promotion.
