Whoo boy, Yogi Bear. I accept that I am not in the target audience for this movie. I accept that I am not even the target audience for this movie in an "uncle who takes his niece to the theater and appreciates the occasional pop culture reference that the little ones don't understand" kind of way. But man oh man, what happened here?
Sure, the jokes are bad, the performers look embarrassed to be there, and Dan Aykroyd is not really giving me the Yogi I know (Justin Timberlake's Boo Boo, however, is what passes for a high point here). But the look of this film! Was everyone standing in front of a green screen, with hasty forest footage added behind them? This movie is so garishly overlit and flat that I feel like I'm playing a CD-ROM game on my friend's computer in 1995.
VERDICT: Anna Faris, we'll pretend like this never happened.
Yogi Bear [Yahoo]