Many people are apparently labouring under the misapprehension – because of a generous certification – that Shrek The Third is a children’s film.
It isn’t.
What child would get the soundtrack and the way it was used (Do You Remember Rock n’ Roll by The Ramones, Led Zeppelin’s Immigrant Song, the beautifully sardonic use of Live and Let Die – so ironically sung by a chorus of frogs – the Wings version of course, not Guns n’ Roses, or Damien Rice’s Nine Crimes)?
What child would get the deliciously pervy exchanges (the one between Prince Charming and Rapunzel is a great example)?
What child would get the cinematic references (Singin’ in the Rain, The Sound of Music – beautifully done by Julie Andrews!, Midnight Cowboy, Monty Python & The Holy Grail – or was it Spamalot? – A Chorus Line and The Truman Show… oh yeah, and Rosemary’s Baby/The Exorcist)?
The story’s a little weak in places but it’s still an enjoyable romp.
If you can think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon (out of the bedroom), do it.
But Shrek The Third is a fun, entertaining way to pass time in the company of someone you love.
Brennig.