Cut It Out

By Daniel Carlson | Film | November 25, 2010 | Comments ()

By Daniel Carlson | Film | November 25, 2010 |

That's not to say that Disney's earlier films were narratively groundbreaking: they were based on fairy tales, after all, and even the loose reworkings hewed to a recognizable template. Yet Tangled never feels like its own film, merely a cut-and-paste job from earlier ones. Rapunzel (Mandy Moore), who looks vaguely like a Bratz doll, lives alone in a tower where she's kept by Mother Gothel (Donna Murphy), who stole the girl away from her royal parents when Rapunzel was only an infant. Gothel wants Rapunzel all to herself, since the girl has been blessed with the power of the sun and her hair, so long as it remains uncut, has the power to heal people. Rapunzel is understandably less than pleased with this arrangement, and manages to secure a brief prison break when Flynn Rider (Zachary Levi), a local thief, happens upon her tower after stealing the crown that's rightfully Rapunzel's and fleeing from royal guards. (If this all sounds a bit chunky, just imagine the ups and downs of seeing it played out on screen in all its flat expositional glory.) She hides his loot and promises to return it if he takes her on a three-day round trip to the kingdom to see the celebration of lanterns released into the air every year on Rapunzel's birthday, lanterns that she thinks are just a pleasing coincidence but that are actually symbolic lights ignited by the king and queen to show they're still looking for their daughter.

What has the potential to be a sweet and engaging road movie turns into a bland adventure that apes earlier Disney work at every turn, and shamelessly so. Flynn and Rapunzel share a love song in a canoe surrounded by floating lights as the camera tracks a lazy circle around them, recalling the "Kiss the Girl" sequence from Mermaid. At one point the duo come across a pub full of brawny warriors who sing of their own manly ways, a cute enough number that feels far too close to Beast's "Gaston." Flynn himself even skates sideways down a watery track with moves lifted from Aladdin and Tarzan. Mother Gothel's "Mother Knows Best" is the best number, a tightly written song that lets the older woman put her adopted daughter in her place, yet it bears an uncomfortable auditory resemblance to Mermaid's "Poor Unfortunate Souls." It's flat wrong to say that the presence of creators from those earlier films excuses such copying; if anything, big guns like these should be expected to come up with something bracing and new. Yet the major beats of the film do nothing but stir in the viewer a desire to see the movies that inspired them instead of sitting through this slippery retread. The only song that doesn't feel lifted is Rapunzel's "When Will My Life Begin?", and that's because the guitar and rhythm instantly date it as a circa 2010 pop song performed by Mandy Moore.

The animation doesn't fare much better. There's a cheesy quickness to the character movements, particularly Flynn and the horse he acquires, that trades grace for speed and power for hyperactivity. For some inexplicable reason, the film has also been released in 3-D, a process that turns the few beautiful moments into muddy blurs and cheapens the impact of every image. Why anyone thought it was worth it to offer a dim, ugly version of a brightly animated film is beyond me, but here's hoping this is the last Disney is dumb enough to dull an already weak product. For the voice cast, Levi and Moore are cute, if uninspired: Levi plays the role like a lighter Nathan Fillion, while Moore was cast mainly because she's got a decent singing range. Murphy's voice outclasses them both, though she's a two-time Tony winner, so it feels almost illegal to attempt to compare her to them. They bravely make the most of the situation, but no amount of fervent hoping can turn this film into a better or braver one. It lacks the courage of conviction that separated its better forerunners from the studio's pack, and rather than honestly commit to a story, it trucks in irony and derivatives. An original film would at least have had the distinction of being an interesting failure. This one's merely boring.

Daniel Carlson is the managing editor of Pajiba and a member of the Houston Film Critics Society and the Online Film Critics Society. He's also a TV blogger for the Houston Press. You can visit his blog, Slowly Going Bald.

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