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‘DC League of Super-Pets’ gets the irreverent humour just right

‘DC League of Super-Pets’ gets the irreverent humour just right

'Hit the Road' is filled with wicked humour and tender observations

'Hit the Road' is filled with wicked humour and tender observations

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‘DC League of Super-Pets’ gets the irreverent humour just right

Three stars In cinemas; Cert PG

DC League of Super-Pets

It comes as something of a relief when every now and again superheroes are taken for what they really are – instruments of adolescence that really ought to have the mickey taken out of them whenever the opportunity arises.

The more swollen and self-important these spandex-clad mythologies have become, the more necessary it has felt for these behemoths to have the hot air thoroughly lanced from their derrieres by whatever Deadpool or Teen Titans Go! appears wielding the pin.

The recent tranche of Lego animated features has made a name for itself by doing exactly this to the Batman brand, the superhero franchise that surely reached a pinnacle of sulky preciousness with Matt Reeves’s The Batman.

Like all billionaires, Bruce Wayne deserves as much ridicule as we can lay on him, which is why we should at least applaud the arrival of this feisty animated gambol from the good sports at DC Entertainment.

That writer-director Jared Stern and co-writer John Whittington previously collaborated on the Lego Batman outings will be apparent just a few minutes into DC League of Super-Pets.

The recipe is simple enough; cute and irreverent pets attain superpowers and mix up their heroic/villainous ambitions with gags about the relentless necessities of walkies, do-dos, postman-chasing and what have you.

Meanwhile, the Justice League of household names – Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, et al – have been incapacitated by the latest threat to humanity, meaning the super-pets have to clean up after their owners, for once. Throw in an A-list voice cast and the scene is set for perfectly serviceable fun for kiddies.

A flashback sequence shows us an infant Superman on the planet of Krypton bonding with a new puppy. This is Krypto, the faithful pooch who stows away on the escape pod that delivers the Man of Steel to Earth. Cut to present day Metropolis city, where the customary man-and-dog relationship is in full swing, albeit with every pet-owner cliché supercharged by flight, super-strength, and laser-beam eyes.

Clark Kent (John Krasinski) and Lois Lane (Olivia Wilde) are taking their relationship to the next level, much to the chagrin of Krypto (Dwayne Johnson). An attempt to distract Krypto with some canine company brings us to a small pet shop for strays and rescues.

Here, a dastardly guinea pig called Lulu (Kate McKinnon) has hatched a plan to take down the Justice League. A mysterious meteor fragment gets her powered-up – as only mysterious meteor fragments can.

Soon she has busted out of the kennel and is causing havoc. Lulu’s motivation, in case you wondered, is to emulate her human hero; a smooth-headed zillionaire businessman hell-bent on global domination. No, not Jeff Bezos – Lex Luthor, sillies.

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However, the meteor’s effects have also rubbed off on her fellow inmates in the pound – a boxer (Kevin Hart), a pot-bellied pig (Vanessa Bayer), a wizened terrapin (Natasha Lyonne), and a cowardly squirrel (Diego Luna).

When Krypto’s powers desert him, he has to train up this unintentional super-pet rabble to help rescue the now-imprisoned Justice League from Lulu’s clutches.

In particular need of help is Batman (Keanu Reeves), who is unravelling in captivity and droning on to the rest of the team about his well-publicised childhood demons.

Little ones will inevitably salivate at the crossover of puppy-eyed heroism and big-name heroes in capes (Paw Patrol even gets namechecked in one of a few examples of Stern and Whittington’s self-awareness). Some of the action set pieces are unsparing, however, building toward an inevitably humungous finale that is possibly a tad too intense for very young viewers.

Krypto himself is unlikely to win any awards for most charismatic cartoon character, but around the fringes the animators and voice cast combine here and there to better effect. McKinnon, Hart, and Reeves all stand out as voicing characters where the look and sound have wedded effectively.

The same cannot be said for Krasinski, Wilde, or Flight of the Conchords’ Jemaine Clement as Aquaman, all of which have a flatness about them.

The key component, though, is that irreverent humour, which by and large lands, albeit within a familiar formula. That is the element that will make your litter sit, and indeed, stay.

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