Rating: PG
Runtime: 1 hour, 30 minutes
Directors: Yarrow Cheney and Scott Mosier
Quick Impressions:
The Grinch is pleasant (the movie, I mean). Whoville looks like an elaborate, multi-tiered gingerbread village nestled cheerfully inside the most heart-warming holiday snow globe you can possibly imagine. Seriously, it’s probably sitting on some fake mantelpiece in a meet-and-greet area, and children are longingly staring up at it as they wait in line to visit Santa Claus. So if you’re looking for something to throw on the TV to help set the mood during a noisy holiday gathering, something that says, “Merry Christmas, God bless us every one, and don’t worry if you can’t make out the dialogue over the chaos of the room,” then this is the movie for you!
In this version of the story, the Grinch himself is fairly pleasant, too. He’s not really the misanthropic, curmudgeonly boogie man we’re used to from past incarnations of the classic Seuss tale. In Illumination’s tender re-telling, the familiar-looking, fuzzy, green guy is basically just a lonely orphan triggered by Christmas because it reminds him of past Christmases when he was also a lonely orphan.
So really, despite all the trailers showing the Grinch doing gross, mean-spirited stuff like spitting a spicy pickle back into the jar and putting the jar in someone else’s shopping basket, the movie is actually incredibly sweet.
We all went to see The Grinch for my mother’s sixty-sixth birthday. She originally wanted to see The Nutcracker and the Four Realms, but then she had a feeling that my three-year-old would probably like The Grinch better (since he kept saying so dramatically at the top of his lungs as we watched The Nutcracker trailer at home while trying to make the decision).
And he was, in fact, enthusiastically excited to go to the movie theater, eat popcorn and candy, pretend to drink an Icee, sit in the dark, watch all the trailers for upcoming animated films, then enjoy the first thirty minutes or so of The Grinch. At that point, he fell asleep. (Please note, he didn’t fall asleep because the movie failed to engage him. He fell asleep because he woke up at 3:00 am never to go down again. That’s the reason my husband fell asleep through part of The Grinch, too.)
To my joy (and her own great surprise), my mother actually ended up really loving this movie. I was so relieved. Every time we all go to the movies together, it means we’re seeing something the three-year-old will sit through (because he’s known for making a break for it at his whim), so I feel like I’m always dragging my mother to these insipid, frustrating movies. The last several have been disappointing to say the least.
The Grinch is full of holiday cheer, though, so if you enjoy the sights and sounds of Christmas, this movie will not be an onerous watch. (Thank goodness!)
I didn’t like it quite as much as some of my family did, but I certainly found it easy on the eyes with a holly jolly soundtrack ripped from the playlist of Santa Claus himself. (Seriously, I’m probably going to buy the soundtrack.)
The Good:
Christmas-hating movie characters usually despise the holiday for one of three reasons. 1) They’re misanthropic and miserly. 2) One year, their dad dressed up like Santa Claus, and the police found him dead, stuck halfway down the chimney. 3) They are sad and left out.
Obviously there’s a lot of overlap among these categories once we dig deeper into a character’s psychological make-up. In fact, if I’m being honest, I only outlined the three categories because I wanted to make a Gremlins joke. But I’d say the Grinch of the picture book and 1960s TV special falls firmly into the first category, while the Grinch we get here is definitely more of a sad, excluded, pitiable #3 Christmas-hater. He’s much sweeter than your average Grinch, and the moral of the story seems slightly different, too.
In the original picture book, the Grinch is disgusted by the materialism and excess of the Whos’ Christmas celebrations. But at the end, when he realizes they still celebrate Christmas even when they do not receive presents, he reevaluates his concept of what Christmas means and joins in the celebration.
In this story, the Grinch pretends to be disgusted by the excess of the town’s holiday preparations, but we soon learn he actually hates Christmas decorations and festivities because for him they trigger unhappy childhood memories. He is an orphan. He has no family, no friends, no one to celebrate with. For him, all the decorations only make him more acutely aware of his loneliness. The moral of this story isn’t just that Christmas is more than the presents. It’s that we all need to be kind and helpful to one another. The Grinch’s big revelation here is that he is not the only one without a perfect life. Many people choose to be happy despite their difficulties, and he can choose to be happy, too. The focus here is not on the materialism of secular Christmas eclipsing the true meaning of the holiday. Instead we learn that Christmas spirit is measured not by how thoroughly you decorate the outside of your house, but, rather, by how willingly you invite a stranger in to share in the celebration.
This Grinch is pretty transparent. He pretends to be a wicked misanthrope, but he shows this by spitting out a pickle, breaking a jar of jam, and knocking over a snowman. I’ve seen celebrated philanthropists behave more shamefully to their fellow man. This Grinch is really a softy, tempted at every turn to participate in the very Christmas he so loudly claims to despise. This Grinch is even pretty nice to his dog. He’s unhappy and sometimes sullen, but he’s never truly cruel. He may not be the perfect master, but he seems depressed, not sadistic.
Max the dog gets more of a character arc here than in the TV special, too. I can’t comment on differences from the live action film starring Jim Carrey because somehow I’ve managed never to see that. When our fifteen-year-old learned of this blasphemy, he was aghast! He’s intended to remedy this Grinch-shaped gap several times, but something always seems to come up at the last minute to prevent me from watching the movie. Basically by now, everybody in our entire household has seen it but me. All I really know about the Jim Carrey Grinch is 1) My mother detests it, and 2) Cindy Lou Who grows up to be the lead singer for The Pretty Reckless, a group my husband loves.
Benedict Cumberbatch makes a very sweet Grinch. My mother commented afterwards on how much she liked what he did with the voice, and we all noticed how much the character looks like him (in the face). I, personally, found myself wishing he’d used his own accent for the Grinch’s voice, just because I think a British Grinch would be interesting. But what he does is perfectly respectable. (In fact, for the non-sinister way this Grinch actually behaves, the voice Cumberbatch conjures up is perfect.)
The rest of the vocal cast is also good and highly recognizable to the ear. At first, I had trouble placing the voice of kindly neighbor Mr. Bricklebaum (who is like the Grinch’s Ned Flanders for most of the film). I kept thinking, “I know that voice,” but then imagining people of all different ages and character types. After the stray thought, “Is he a French actor?” I finally realized, “Zut alors! It’s Kenan Thompson!” I’d had trouble placing him because I’d been thinking of various SNL characters he’s played. His voice is so distinctive, though, that once you figure it out, you know you’re right.
On the other hand, Angela Lansbury I recognized right away because, I mean, who else would sound like Angela Lansbury and show up in a family Christmas movie in an extremely small but highly showcased role? I told my mother, “And we’ll be hearing her again this Christmas because she’s also in Mary Poppins Returns.” Lansbury is welcome to show up at random in many movie I’m watching.
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The Negatives:
If this movie were on at my house, I wouldn’t watch it. I don’t mean that I’d turn it off. I’d just let it play in the background while I bustled around the kitchen, burning pudding, unwittingly filling the air with flour, cleaning small, sticky hands, scraping exploded meringue off the ceiling, begging everyone to smile for a picture. The kids would drift back and forth between our labor intensive holiday baking projects and the relaxing, festive lights and sounds of the Christmas movie playing on the TV.
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