Some thoughts on possible review openings.
“The Mitchells vs the Machines (2021) is all about the critical role our robot overlords will play in healing dysfunctional families everywhere.”
No, no, no.
“The Mitchells vs the Machines (2021) gives us the grim consequences of helicopter parents meeting the issue of a geek who probably had helicopter parents.”
Oh, no, no, no! I mean, yes, but no!
“The Mitchells vs the Machines (2021) chronicles the consequences of letting a child from a home of micromanagers try to pursue her dreams.
Maybe, but it’s a dismal, tired attempt.
“The Mitchells vs the Machines (2021) demonstrates how a modern, happy family is utterly ineffectual in the face of the first bump in the road, said bump being smart-ass robots that think they know better than humanity.”
Sounds like the review for I, Robot (2004), if I had reviewed it.
Oh! Got it! Got it!
“The Mitchells vs the Machines (2021) is the proof we all needed that our Galactic Protectors are, as we’ve suspected all along …. PUGS. There’s no other explanation.”
Strangely reminiscent of the car trips down to Chicago of my own youth. Station wagon, car sickness, panic over the driving. Check. Check. Check.
Otherwise, how is it? Not bad. Hard choices are not always soft-shoed, which is good. Plot holes are covered by breakneck pacing, which pauses just long enough to build empathetic characters and explain just how things will go wrong for us if we’re not careful.
Entertaining, even if the art doesn’t appeal to you.
