dir. Francis Lawrence
This entire film can be summed up by listening to its music. Tiny little piano clinks and and lingering chords of muted wonder, i.e. a tepid soundtrack to match a tepid film. Profoundly ineffectual and forgettable. Even Christoph Waltz doesn’t seem to be sure of what he’s doing there, as the script essentially calls for his character to strut around hissing “I’m the villain! I’m the villain!” Meanwhile our heroes wax lyrical about how great elephants are, therefore they prevail. Tepid, tepid, tepid.