The Tigger Movie
by Mark Bazer
To begin with the obvious: the most wonderful thing about Tiggers, of course,
is that Tigger is the only one! The darn problem, though, is that our
bouncerific friend gets it into his addled brain that he needs to find his
family. And so he spends most of first-time director Jun Falkenstein's take on
A.A. Milne's classic stories bouncing around the Hundred Acre Wood, searching
high and low for something even the wee-est pipsqueak in the audience knows
just doesn't exist. The frustration and love we all feel for Tigger is
profound, however, and his antics keep the film, well, bouncing right along.
Now, allowing that I'm no scholar of The Tao of Pooh, it still seems
that the rest of the bunch -- Pooh, Kanga, Eeyore, and so on -- belong to a
past, slower era. Disney must figure that only the frenetic Tigger and his
short attention span can carry a movie these days. Fortunately, Falkenstein
mostly stays true to Milne's style -- i.e., Tigger's musical numbers do
not include a hip-hop song. And certainly there's always a place for Pooh and
crew, as Tigger, inevitably, realizes who his true family is -- even though
Winnie couldn't bounce if a pogo stick bit him on his big honey-filled arse.
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