Dolittle

There are problems all over the shop here, with almost every story turn truncated and rushed as if the narrative has been repeatedly chopped, reshaped and tangled.

A spectacularly ugly exercise in focus-groupthink that tries to please everyone, and thus inevitably pleases no one.

His beloved Tony Stark sarcasm is nowhere to be found, nor is it replaced by a Robin Williams zaniness or a Gene Wilder twinkle in the eye. Instead, he collects a paycheck like a disinterested Johnny Depp, mumbling in a weird accent that's hard to hear.

Dolittle isn't a terrible film. It's just a terribly generic film in an era when we've been bombarded with kids-oriented movies that have talking animals.