Banana, Banana!

Minions is a fantastic film. There are millions of people to back me up on this. It is a smart movie and gives a new window into the cinema that is neither overly sentimental, like Frozen, nor overly violent, like Kill Bill.

The key to success for the story is combining violence with the sentiment, softening the violence and pulling up the sentiment to something more believable. Yes, more believable, like the characters of the movie—the people of New York andLondon—who accept the minions as they are, without even questioning why they are small or yellow.
Everyone accepts the minions. People communicate with them easily despite the great language difference. The minions speak some kind of Italian language that everyone in the world, including the cave dwellers, French soldiers, Napoleon Bonaparte etc., have no problem understanding it.
We accept the small yellow creatures. We accept their lifestyle, their desire and their lack of situational awareness; because they are one of the most attractively created characters in the recent years. We accept them simply because they are the minions.
The movie tells the story of the minions’ evolution, beginning from a single cell to their full development as weird yellow creatures. The minions’ purpose in life is to serve the most despicable master, varying from Tyrannosaurus rex to Napoleon Bonaparte. The only problem is that the minions have a tough time keeping their masters alive. Their journey brings them to the North Pole where they live without a master for the first time. In the beginning, everything looks fine. They are happy, dancing and having a great time—but that does not last forever. Soon they realize that something is wrong, they are missing the only reason to be alive, a master. Kevin, One of the minions, devises a plan to journey along with Stuart and lovable little Bob to find an evil boss.
The minions’ story sometimes lines up with real historical events, but as soon as they arrive in New York, the downfall of the plot begins. The reason for its diminution is the lack of proper characterization of Scarlet Overkill, the vigilante. The character is a badcliché. It is exactly like every single antagonist in Hollywood B movies. In addition, the story of stealing the queen’s crown is not an exciting one for the average minions’ fanatic.
Luckily, the movie’s jokes and funny moments are still strong enough to grab the audiences’ attention. However, the lack of integration between the jokes and structure of the story becomes a great disadvantage for the movie. The minions are a lifeboat for the entire film, and without them, the movie will drown.
Minions without the minions would be a confused and disorganized story that cannot compete with good animations like Inside Out, but when you add the yellow creatures, with their Italian accents, to the movie it thrives.
Minions is not a bad experience and overall, the movie is not awful. It is a balanced combination of cliché and creativity. I hope the minions’ story will stop here if the directors do not want to ruin the experience for the entire audience.


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