Minions Movie Part 1 -

And you know what? It is nonsense. Glorious, historically-illiterate, Beatles-soundtracked, utter nonsense. But here’s the secret: Minions: Part 1 (as I’ve decided to call this origin chapter) is also the most honest film in the entire franchise. It’s a chaotic masterpiece of visual storytelling. Let’s break down why this prequel works, where it stumbles, and why those three little henchmen—Kevin, Stuart, and Bob—deserve their place in animation history. Let’s give credit where it’s due. The first ten minutes of Minions are arguably the best thing Illumination has ever produced.

Bullock plays her with a razor-sharp edge. One minute she’s cooing, the next she’s pressing a button to send you into a shark-filled moat. Her husband, Herb (Jon Hamm), is the Q to her Bond—a nerdy inventor with a terrifying basement of death traps. The 1960s London setting is perfect for her aesthetic. The film drips with mod fashion, Beatles mop-tops, and classic Mini Coopers. The middle third of Minions is a heist movie. The trio travels to London (via a stolen mail truck and a comically long flight of stairs). They break into the Tower of London. They accidentally pull the sword from the stone (Bob, obviously). Bob is then crowned King of England. Minions Movie Part 1

We don’t get dialogue. We get evolution . In a rapid-fire montage narrated by Geoffrey Rush (a bizarre but delightful choice), we watch the Minions emerge from the primordial ooze—single-celled yellow organisms with a singular, desperate drive: to serve the most despicable villain they can find. And you know what