Originally published on metropolis.co.jp on April 2011

©2010 Twentieth Century Fox

As I’ve asked before, why can’t films aimed at entertaining little kiddies include even the slightest degree of educational value? The only thing this crappy waste of celluloid has to do with the classic 18th-century social satire by Jonathan Swift, who must be spinning in his grave like a break-dancer, is a big guy (an asinine Jack Black) and little people. It’s made up of increasingly unendurable pop-culture references; I knew it was all over when the Transformer showed up. I am not making this up. The humor is fatuous, the antics embarrassing, the script increasingly desperate. This is one stoopid movie.