First, the pleasant surprises. In puffing up the slight, absurd “Mr. Peabody and Sherman” shorts from Jay Ward's The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show into an 82-minute 3-D save-the-timestream child distractor, director Rob Minkoff and his many writers have preserved a few of the hallmarks that distinguished the Dada, deadpan, almost primitive original, a toon so flat it was almost less than 2-D. The structure remains episodic, visiting the French Revolution, Renaissance Italy and ancient Egypt; genius beagle Mr. Peabody still caps each escapade in history with a proudly terrible pun; and the whole thing has an amiable, gag-to-gag vibe for most of the first hour.
Many of those gags are godawful: Sherman, Mr. Peabody's human boy companion, points out that “King Tut” rhymes with “butt” and that “booby-trap”has the word “booby” in it. Some don't even seem to be gags, exactly, but vague notes toward punch lines the writers maybe meant to add later: Sherman's new bully/galpal/adventure buddy, Penny, heading off to marry a pharaoh, proclaims, “I want a big fat Egyptian wedding.” And a handful are killer, as when Peabody, as the god Ra, addresses the people in the Valley of the Kings, telling them that wedding is off and they won't get their deposits back on the catering. (Ty Burrell, who voices Peabody, finds glory even in the rote.)
That Egypt sequence boasts a trapped-tomb adventure better than anything in the last Indiana Jones picture, and before that there's an oddly moving montage detailing the title duo's relationship, set to John Lennon's “Beautiful Boy.” (No word on why they don't Wayback to Central Park West 1980 and divert Mark David Chapman.) But the movie labors hammily to get us worried about problems in that relationship, and it's more committed to chasing the now than to finding laughs in the past — in the first two minutes, as distinguished Peabody makes cracks about Zumba, planking, yoga poses and methane cow farts and then throws in silly dancing, the imperturbable authority figure from TV cartoons comes on as desperate as Al Jolson to win love in the movies. It's the first time I've seen flop sweat on a dog.
By the end, dog and boy are zipping about interminably trying to stop yet another pixels-in-the-sky doomsday with the usual shouted-on-the-fly movie science — all as they learn to love and trust each other again. More puns, less story, please.
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