By Mood Indigo, reviewed
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Antonio Valenzuela
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Stephanie Zacharek
By Michael Atkinson
By Chris Packham
The 1967 musical Dr. Dolittle, which starred Rex Harrison, was a commercial disaster for its studio, Twentieth Century Fox. The new, non-musical Fox version of this material, starring Eddie Murphy, isn't in the same overblown category as the Harrison film--its disasters are more mundane. With all the creative range of an after-school special, it's a kiddie comedy that shouldn't be on the big screen at all.
After a film such as Babe, which really put us into a world of talking animals, you would think the ante had been upped for this sort of thing. But the people behind the new Dr. Dolittle haven't imaginatively embraced their material--to put it mildly. It's just a star vehicle for Eddie Murphy, and the worst part is that Murphy acts as if he doesn't even like animals.
In this contempo reworking of Hugh Lofting's Dr. Dolittle stories, Murphy is a thriving physician and family man who is on the verge of selling the practice he shares with two other doctors, played by Oliver Platt and Richard Schiff, to a voracious HMO. He's about to become very rich, but then he mysteriously experiences once again a gift he had as a child: He can talk to the animals, and they talk back to him. At first freaked out, he denies what is happening--he's even put away for a while in a mental ward--but then he accepts his powers. He learns to love his gift.
Since the film begins with a prologue in which we see a young Dolittle relishing his talk-to-the-animals prowess, it doesn't make much sense to see the adult John Dolittle in such a freaked-out tizzy for much of the movie. Why wouldn't he be overjoyed?
The answer is simple: There wouldn't be much of a story if he acted otherwise. There isn't much of a story anyway. Nat Mauldin and Larry Levin's script is a deadweight concoction that targets the usual villains--the big, bad HMOs, of course, are at the top of the list. Singled out, too, are the health-care professionals, such as Dolittle's shrink, who refuse to recognize what a wonder it is to commune with critters.
The wonderment would be much improved if the critters had better dialogue. As it is, we're stuck most of the time watching computer-animated talking rats and pigeons and horses and guinea pigs and then trying to figure out who is voicing them. A few, like Chris Rock and Garry Shandling and Albert Brooks, are easy; others, like Ellen DeGeneres and Reni Santoni, aren't. But there's a who cares? quality to the whole slapdash enterprise.
Even kids--maybe especially kids--will be disappointed. This is, after all, a movie in which even the gross-out jokes are tired. Few things are more depressing than a fart joke that misfires. Betty Thomas, who directed, has done some funny, sharp work in the past, including the HBO movie The Late Shift and The Brady Bunch Movie. Private Parts I cared less for--it tenderized Howard Stern--but it was far from the disgrace everyone anticipated. She has a poky screwball style that doesn't really connect to the imaginative children's universe of the Dolittle material. And since the screwball script is more like a deadball, she has nothing to fall back on.
Not even Eddie Murphy. After years of walking through his movies, he came through in 1996 with a bravura comic performance in The Nutty Professor. I was hoping lightning would strike twice. But maybe what made The Nutty Professor work for Murphy was the splitting of himself into the sad-jolly fat man and the hyper-abrasive star. One persona bought off the other. In Dr. Dolittle, he's blandly nice throughout; there's no abrasion to work against.
Worse, we're meant to regard Dolittle as a man who must find his own inner truth by talking to the animals. This is really a cheat. It turns a deeply charming conceit into a touchy-feely exercise. We're supposed to believe that Dolittle, by turning his back on all that HMO loot and expanding his practice to include animals, is making a virtuous stand against the money-grubbers. "Be who you are, love who you are," the animals tell him, and he complies.
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