The promise of summer continues to evaporate with yet another cynical, insincere and painfully wooden ‘threequel’.
There’s very little to say about Shrek the Third; just ask the eight-man writing team. Devoid of ideas, some genius decided that what kids really want to see is a big green ogre dealing with his mid-life crisis. What we’re left with is a $100-million popcorn flick with no action, no adventure, no fun and a preachy subtext about right-wing family values. Yeah! They’ll love that shit.
In fact, shit is precisely what they will love. As ever, Shrek is rammed full of tasteless fart gags and pointless references, which, by default, mean it’ll look embarrassingly dated by the time it hits DVD.
Running at a merciful 92-minutes, it could have been much, much worse, but even at that length you’ll be begging for the end long before the trite, unmemorable final reel. Enjoy the respite - Shrek 4 will soon be dragging its rotting green carcass into a cinema near you.
