The Last Mimzy: 3 & ½ Stars (out of 5)
All right guys, I’m 19-years-old and fashion myself to be one of them there grown-ups, so it’s not easy for me to say this. I’m probably going to lose any ounce of manliness I might have otherwise have had, but The Last Mimzy is a wonderful film. I don’t know how, but for some reason the film is able to sneak up behind you and tug at your ventricles connecting to your heart and mercilessly squeeze more and more until the credits role.
The film gives us siblings Noah and Emma as they find a sphere that looks just as ancient as it does futuristic. Inside are some stones, a green shiny plate and an adorable bunny rabbit doll. Sort of abstract, but the kids somehow learn how to ‘use’ them, and all of the sudden a literally awesome mix of stuff begins to happen including Atomizing, palm-reading and, if you can believe it, Michael Clark Duncan working the head of an anti-Terrorism branch in the Government (yes!)
It’s made for kids, but the film will transform any grown-ups to a youthful state, so there’s no need to worry that you might be left out of the mix. Actually, the most refreshing aspect to the film is the odd innocence it borrows from the state of a child’s mind. Yeah, the doll is telling me how to engineer a bridge that will link planets, so what, how is that so impossible to believe? It’s not very subtle in pushing the idea that children get the world better than adults through their laid-back acceptance of anything that would seem outrageous to anyone with a Junior High School Diploma. It was enough to make this college student anxious out of the ears by the film’s PG climax, my nervous fingers searching the stubble on my face for any comfort that might calm my heartbeat comparable to that of a hummingbird. Maybe it’s just that I’m a Sci-Fi kind of guy who wishes I had watched more of the genre as a kid, but the movie had me glued to the screen.
After the film’s done playing and a few days pass by, the memory of The Last Mimzy becomes less and less intense, it just starts to fade, just as any understanding of what made the film so much fun in the first place. I mean, the story is fairly linear when not predictable, and the acting (outside an enthusiastic Rainn Wilson) is never engaging. I don’t know, maybe the effect that The Last Mimzy has can’t be explained outside director Robert Shaye (who doubles as co-CEO and triples as co-Chairman of New Line Cinema)’s choice and ability to make this film from the eyes of a pre-pubescent point of view, a point of view where things didn’t absolutely need an explanation. Maybe it only works if you can retrograde your maturity for a couple of hours in a dark theater. You just don’t be afraid to lose any ounce of manliness you have have had.
The Last Mimzy is rated PG for some thematic elements, mild peril and language, with a running time of 90 minutes.