The Wimpy Kid bunch is back for another go at milking the cash cow, er, I mean the bunch is back with another pre-tween/full-on tween “comedy.” David Bowers has got to be the laziest director on the planet. It’s not that this film is really bad. (Bad might be interesting.) It’s just so mediocre: the story, the acting, the shooting, the jokes—you name it. “Good enough” seems, well, good enough for Bowers.
|Capron (left) and Gordon|
I suppose there’s nothing much wrong with this film; there just isn’t anything actively right with it, either. I suppose if you liked the earlier films, you may like this one. I mean, the book series has attracted a group of super-fans and I get it. The books are witty and charming. I don’t want to be a total curmudgeon. I’ve already published my preference for the Wimpy Kid book series over the film franchise in my piece I Liked You Better As a Stick Figure. There’s another advantage the book series has over a live-action film. On the page, Greg will never grow up and never grow old. A cartoon would enjoy the same advantage. (That Maggie Simpson is STILL a baby.) But actor Zachary Gordon seems to be growing up very quickly and I’m thinking a bit inconveniently for the franchise. They may have to call the next installment The Wimpy Kid Trims His Mustache.