A Toy Story knock-off inspired by classic Westerns, Rango is populated with reptiles and rodents instead of toys. Unfortunately its uncuddly creatures aren’t especially relatable, even though they’re in recognizable human dilemmas, a la Pixar’s playthings.
Rango’s larger problem is a story that wears out its welcome by the end of the first reel. It’s not that more delights don’t await, it’s that they occur randomly between stale bits in a cloyingly cliche tale.
Fortunately, Johnny Depp delights consistently. Voicing a chameleon with no name, he incongruously lands in the dusty town of Dirt, where he assumes a nom-de-Western. Say it loud, say it proud. RANGO!
From Dirt, he conducts a random walk past every imaginable stereotype – a sole brave Sheriff, injustice over water rights, even a Carlos CastaƱeda inspired shaman. Such a Western melange makes for lots-o-bits, many of them legitimately funny. If only they cohered into an emotionally engaging story populated by relatable characters. Avoiding clunky humor would also help.
Rango does have charms, making it more enjoyable than not for families and post-modern Western fans. Faint praise? Yep.
Johnny Depp exercises the full range of his vocal personalities, by turns beguiling, boastful, fey and manly. While his female fans may stay away because Depp’s pretty-boy mug isn’t part of the picture, his charisma comes through loud and clear. Bravo.
The rest of the large cast can’t hold a candle to him, with the notable exception of Timothy Olyphant’s dead bang Clint Eastwood knock-off. While there are other solid performances, they tend to get buried beneath the animation, especially since many of the characters are lizards and rodents, creatures whose facial expressions barely mimic those of humans.
The final straw keeps getting dropped, again and again. Cartoons since the golden age have used this device, yet it’s never seemed more cliche or wearing than here.
Our hero Rango manages to kill the occasional predator. Still, the movie could have benefited from some more violence, given how tedious the empty threats and bold talk became by the third reel. Would that doom it to PG-13? Perhaps, but it’s already a bit too faux-scary for little tykes anyway.
The story about purloined water had more promise than it delivered, especially because the logic of how the water was robbed made little sense. Such reality strictures normally don’t matter in an animated comedy, but here became one more straw on the movie’s camelback.
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Thanks for the review. I had been looking forward to seeing this, but may wait for it on DVD now.