James Proclaims!

2007’s Alvin and the Chipmunks has, to date, spawned three sequels (the first of which was ingeniously entitled The Squeakquel). I haven’t seen any of them, and I’m not in any hurry to do so.

Not that I hated the 2007 outing. Objectively I can’t imagine anyone would really think this is a good movie, but it’s harmless enough childish fun, which doesn’t try particularly hard to be anything other than harmless childish fun.

There is perhaps an element of nostalgia here for anyone that grew up with the novelty high-pitched albums that were the original home of the singing chipmunks and I do recall not hating the 80s cartoon as a child (although I didn’t really love it either), but taken on its own merits the Alvin and the Chipmunks movie is a by-the-numbers cynical Hollywood cash-in, which doesn’t deserve too much attention one way or another.

Score for Christmasishness

For the first half of the film I genuinely thought I was watching a Christmas movie. The eponymous rodents start the film living in a Christmas tree, and there is general sense of festiveness for the first 45 minutes, including a recurring Christmas song, which is fairly essential to the plot. We even spend some time with the characters on Christmas Day, but then the film deviates spectacularly from the festive theme and the rest of the story is not especially Christmassy at all. So it’s probably best to split the difference and give the whole thing a rating of three out of five on the Christmasishness scale.