How To Train Your Dragon
Some movies seem born to inspire video games. All they lack is controllers and a scoring system.
How to Train Your Dragon plays more like a game born to inspire a movie.
It devotes a great deal of time to aerial battles between tamed dragons and evil ones, and not much to character or story development.
But it’s bright, good-looking and has high energy. Kids above the easily scared age will probably like the movie the younger they are.
This is another action animation with an improbable young hero. Remember when the heroes in this genre were teenagers?
Now it’s usually some kid who is 10 at the most, revealing himself as stronger, wiser and braver than older people, and a quick learner when it comes to discovering or mastering a new form of warfare.
We are born knowing how to command dragons and spaceships, and down we forget as up we grow.
Our hero is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (voice by Jay Baruchel), a young Viking who lives in Berk, a mountainside village surrounded by the crags and eyries of hostile dragons.
Hiccup tells us that his village is very old, but all of the houses are new.
An alarming omen. Led by his father, Stoick (Gerard Butler), and the dragon master, Gobber (Craig Ferguson), the villagers have been in combat with the dragons since time immemorial.
It would seem to be an unequal struggle; the dragons are enormous and breathe fire, and the Vikings, while muscular, have only clubs, swords and spears. They may however be smarter than the dragons, although you wouldn’t know that just by listening to them.
Butler seems to be channeling his character from 300, beefed up by many a hearty Viking feast.
He joins Ferguson and others in muscular Scottish accents, since as we all know, that dialect of English was widely used among the Vikings.
In appearance, the Vikings seem victims of a testosterone outbreak causing enormous sprouty growths of hair.
Even the hair from their nostrils might knit up into a nice little sock.
Oh, how I tried not to, but as I watched these brawlers saddled up on great flying lizards, I kept thinking, “Asterix meets Avatar.”
The plot: Little Hiccup is ordered to stay inside during a dragon attack.
But the plucky lad seizes a cannon, blasts away at the enemy, and apparently wings one. Venturing into the forest to track his prey, he finds a wounded little dragon about his age, already chained up.
He releases it, they bond, and he discovers that dragons can be perfectly nice.
With his new friend, Toothless, he returns to the village, and an alliance is formed with good dragons against the bad dragons, who are snarly holdouts and grotesquely ugly.
One evil beast is covered all over with giant warlike knobs, and has six eyes, three on either side, like a classic Buick.
In one scene, a Viking hammers on an eyeball with his club. Not very appetizing.
The battle ends as all battles must, with the bad guys routed and the youngest hero saving the day.
The aerial battle scenes are storyboarded like a World War I dogfight, with swoops, climbs and narrowly missed collisions with craggy peaks and other dragons. For my taste, these continued way too long, but then I must teach myself that I do not have a 6-year-old’s taste.
Note: The movie is in both 3-D and 2-D. The 3-D adds nothing but the opportunity to pay more in order to see a distracting and unnecessary additional dimension.
Paramount has threatened theaters that if they don’t clear screens for Dragon despite the current glut of 3-D films, the studio won’t let them show it in 2-D. This displays real confidence in 3-D.
Roger Ebert is a syndicated Chicago Sun-Times columnist