The less that is said about the plot of the long-fabled, finally-arrived The Simpsons Movie, the better. I know this instinctively, as I'm a member of that particular segment of geekdom most psyched and apprehensive about its unveiling. I'm talking about the people who ask, "Does it suck?," then prayerfully add, "Please don't suck." You all deserve to experience the surprise and answer the question for yourselves: Can one of television's greatest sitcoms work on the big screen, where many others -- wait a minute, all the others -- have failed?
You'll know in the first 10 minutes -- or maybe as soon as the familiar Fox trumpet flourish sounds. We meet the yellow, manic, elastic residents of Springfield -- which is where? -- right in the midst of their family crisis. I'll let the story unfold by itself, but just a few innocuous words: The lure of the doughnut serves as a key plot device; we get the most epic Itchy & Scratchy Show ever; and when President Schwarzenegger says, "I miss Danny DeVito," you'll know why.
The screenplay is credited to 11 writers, including Matt Groening, James L. Brooks, Al Jean, and Mike Scully. (There's no sign of Sam Simon anywhere in the credits.) It's enough to say Homer Simpson has imperiled the existence of his storied hometown, and only Homer Simpson can save it. It's not giving anything away to tell you that Homer plays the fool to Marge's pragmatist, Bart has father issues, Lisa has a crush, and Maggie continues to represent all that is pure and wise.
Reports from early test screenings indicated the film was strong in its first two-thirds and soft in the last section. Only those lucky test screeners will know what, if anything, has changed since then. It is true that the rapid-fire sight gags predominate in the first half or so, but all the trademarks of the show -- including the references, self-references, and meta-references -- ride shotgun to the story throughout the movie's 89 minutes. The filmmakers take aim at the scale and sweep of the Big Summer Movie. But like the show, The Simpsons Movie is strictly whimsical and irreverently moral. Every time it toys with treacle or approaches self-importance, it promptly undermines itself with ruthless efficiency.
According to The Simpsons' extensive -- no, exhaustive -- Wikipedia entry, President George H. W. Bush once promised "to strengthen the American family to make them more like the Waltons and less like the Simpsons." Thankfully that didn't happen. Say what you will about Rupert Murdoch trampling on The Wall Street Journal's editorial independence; at least the News Corporation baron gave Jim Brooks a contract that forbade Fox from interfering with the show's content. Even after 400 episodes, we still enjoy our Fox gags. (In The Simpsons Movie, the obligatory digs come early.)
What works about The Simpsons onscreen is what has always worked about the show: Despite the fact that we're sitting in a movie theater, we still feel like they're in our house. They are us. The only show with more longevity is Gunsmoke, but unlike Dodge City, Springfield is nowhere -- precisely because it's everywhere.
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