Suffering succotash! Jejune is busting out all over.
Better than Disney, more anarchic, sardonic, energetic, Looney Tunes was the cartoon of choice for me and my contemporaries.
How disappointing then to find LOONEY TUNES: THE EARTH BLEW UP such a stodgy, slow, staid cinema experience.
Porky Pig and Daffy Duck are the leads, no Bugs Bunny alas, but it stands to reason he had the good sense to pass on this hare brained venture. Pity, it could have used some of his smart arsery. Seems he took a right at Albuquerque and is probably sunning himself on Pismo Beach.
LOONEY TUNES: THE DAY THE EARTH BLEW UP is no Merrie Melodies, rather a cheerless malady, with the mad mallard and the pusillanimous porcine at the vanguard of a defence from an alien invasion.
This mingling of Fifties sci fi and cartoon nostalgia has all the initiative of an echo, with a series of writers you wouldn’t trust with the spelling of c.a.t., unimaginatively sifting through tiresome derivative drivel and piling it on top of each other.
The art work and animation is as tired as the dialogue and plot, totally lacking in the satiric insolence that was the stamp of the original Looney Tunes.
This is not Warner Brothers but Warning Bothers, the warning for consumers that the studio relinquished its distribution rights realising that this project, taking the iconic to the moronic in branding, was a faux pas treatment of a crème de la crème brand.
LOONEY TUNES: THE DAY THE EARTH BLEW UP is a misstep, a mistake, a shambles. Stutter, stumble, straight out fail….. That’s all folks.
