Regie: Michael Haigney, Kunohiko Yuyama
Ich hab keine Zeit, über dieses infantile Farben-Sammelsurium zu schreiben, das nur unter Drogen zu ertragen ist - was andere über ihn denken, lest ihr unten ...
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My main thought was this: What do you have to
smoke, inject or swallow to understand this thing? [...] While this is going on,
the Pokemon creatures follow irrelevantly, making strange chirrupping, squeaking noises.
Chief among them is Pikachu, who is forever screeching "Pika!" followed by
"Chu!" I don't usually long for an automatic weapon during a movie screening,
but Pikachu made my trigger finger twitch.
Rita Kempley, Washington Post
As I watched all this, completely flabbergasted, I
could barely believe my eyes and ears - or the pounding in my head. Bouncy little beings
with fixed smiles kept carousing and frolicking before me, popping up and down in
crayon-colored landscapes, while uttering incoherent cries and squeaks. Around them,
cartoon humans in superhero-type costumes kept racing around or zipping through the ocean
or scaling mountains while yelling cliches and trying to save the world from each other.
Finally, as the piece de resistance, hordes of puffy little Pokemon of all shapes and
sizes massed an attack, as if in some vast Pokémon convention or invasion, converging on
the battle site in all their formidable pokey togetherness.
Yikes. It was like a nightmare where you're being slowly smothered in multicolored marshmallows, whoopie cushions and puff-dolls, while the worst elevator music you've ever heard drones endlessly away.
That music, added to the original by American composers, is another annoying element. Acting in maddening concert with those candied images of puffy Pok*mon leaping around, this saccharine orchestral score (not counting the somewhat better title song by Donna Summer and the occasional vocals by Britney Spears, Christine Aguilera or 'N Sync) is almost enough to put you in a coma. I'm positive the Japanese movie must be better, if only because it's hard to imagine anything worse.
A nasty rock critic once said of Yoko Ono's singing that he'd rather have root canal work. And I'm afraid I'd rather have root canal work than watch "Pokemon the Movie 2000" again. At least there are some health benefits from dentistry. What benefit is there, for adults, in watching "Pokemon," unless you have very young children you want to keep quiet?
For kids, it's probably another story - which is why I'm giving the movie two ratings. Looking at the matinee audience around me, many in the 5- to 10-year-old range, I did note a certain amount of quiet and even a few squeals of delight - which actually sounded not unlike the incoherent squeaks of the Pok*mon themselves. There wasn't a lot of laughter, but this movie obviously held their attention. As for the poor adults along for the ride - well, that's the penalty you pay for being a good parent. And even a Pokemon movie can't last forever.
Michael Wilmington, Metromix
Just like its predecessor, "Pokemon: The Movie
2000" is a shameless attempt to cash in on the Pokemon craze, which pretty much died
down a long time ago. Also just like its predecessor, it's dull, sloppy, poorly dubbed and
incomprehensible, and appears to have been animated by, well, no one. I'm guessing the
animation department took the week off, leaving us with this characteristically crappy
Japanese "style" of animation in which nothing moves, which really stretches the
definition of "animation" for me, but I won't belabor that point. Of course, it
wasn't meant to entertain me, or anyone else above the age of 8. And most of the kids --
the boys, anyway -- who were in the audience with me seemed to be mostly entertained by
it, though they didn't seem to exactly LOVE it. And let's face it, anything with bright,
colorful objects that sort of move around is liable to entertain a 5-year-old.
The movie begins with a 23-minute short entitled "Pikachu's Rescue Adventure." Surely you remember Pikachu. He's the adorable little gopher-shaped Pokemon of dubious gender origins whose powers include the ability to annoy people. The only word he can say is his own name, though he uses it in such a way as to indicate that to HIM, it means whatever he wants it to mean.
In "Pikachu's Rescue Adventure," Pikachu and his pals have an adventure rescuing someone, though I am not entirely clear who it was they rescued, or what danger they rescued them from. All I know is, since there are no humans in the story, there's no real dialogue either, and we've already mentioned that wordless animation is not the strong suit of the Pokemon films. I suspect the reason I did not enjoy this short was that I did not smoke enough crack beforehand.
Then we move on to the main feature. This one has people, so there is talking, though you'll soon wish they'd shut up. Basically, there's a bad guy whose name we are never told (Rule #1 of movie-making: If you're going to have a bad guy, tell us his name), who smiles a lot and actually seems rather friendly, a lot like Frasier Crane. Anyway, he wants to capture three mythical birds that represent fire, lightning and ice, because somehow having all three will enable him to also control the Beast of the Sea, whose name is Lugia, often pronounced "Nubia," "Lukia" or "Nokia," depending on who's talking. Why he wants to control the Beast of the Sea is anybody's guess.
No-Name captures Moltrace, the bird of fire, pretty easily, and Zaptos, the bird of lightning, proves no more difficult. In capturing Zaptos, though, he also accidentally sucks Pokemon trainer Ash and his friends, along with several Pokemon, onto his hovering spaceship. The Pokemon go about setting the two magic birds free, whereupon the two birds inexplicably start trying to kill each other and their rescuers.
At some point, Ash discovers that each bird has a magic ball that represents it, and that if you put all three balls in a special place facing each bird's home island, something good will happen, I forget what. He gets Moltrace and Zaptos's balls, and then figures out he's the fulfillment of ancient prophecy and has to go to the island of the ice bird, whose name is Articuno, and get his sphere, too.
No-Name disappears for a while, but comes back at the end to cause trouble in his genial, laid-back sort of way. All the while, the three magic birds are fighting each other, and the gentle Beast of the Sea, who speaks without moving his mouth and sounds the way Jesus always sounds in movies, helps Ash and his friends along.
Oh, and there are some other kids who like to steal and try to thwart Ash' plans but wind up turning good and being heroes, but I'm not going to mention them, because they're stupid.
This is not a movie "for the whole family." It's for little kids. Parents should avoid it, opting instead to stay in the car and stick their heads in the glove compartment for 90 minutes, as that will surely be a more tolerable experience for them than sitting through the movie. In fact, find something better to take your kids to, something you can enjoy with them. Or stay home and rent something. Read a "Harry Potter" book. Do anything. But for the love of all that is holy, don't see "Pokemon." We don't need to encourage this kind of cynical, soulless, assembly-line crap factory
Eric D. Snider, Reel Site
Rotten Tomatoes 43 von 49: schlecht!