Home Movie Review
So I watched this movie Home the other day. It's a DreamWorks Animation flick starring an alien and a tabby cat. It didn't look great, but seemed harmless.
Little did I know that Home is one of the worst movies of the year. And when I said I watched it the other day, I mean I watched most of it. I couldn't quite get to the end, because the 70 minutes I subjected myself and my girlfriend to was more than enough to drive us loopy and want to go all The Shining on each other.
Home is clearly designed for little kids, and I'm not a little kid. There are plenty of good animated movies that can appeal to people of all ages, and Home just isn't one of those movies. But I'm not a little kid, and if you're a parent debating whether to buy this movie for your kid to watch over and over again at high volume while you try to do something else sitting on the couch… don't. Just don't.
The premise is perfectly fine. Director Tim Johnson (who made the largely forgotten Antz) evokes a few chuckles as the aliens invade Earth, transplant every human in the politest way possible and then determine what human objects to keep or discard (such as toilets). But the actual plot, the dialogue and adventure at hand is a painful exercise in futility, a sloppily half-assed production with uninspiring visual effects, boring characters and bad voice acting.
Jim Parsons (“The Big Bang Theory”) voices the alien Oh, and is simply not good. Then again, the material is so bad you can't fully blame him. Rihanna is not as cringe-inducing as the voice of the human protagonist Tip, but her casting means that half the movie consists of poorly placed (and not particularly good) Rihanna songs.
Basically, Home is the least sexy music video Rihanna has ever made.
Home isn't funny and, even worse, it isn't fun, despite a story that could have easily been such. It's a drab, forgettable and mind-numbing experience, and it one of the worst movies of 2015.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.