Review from the Hollywood Reporter:
Flashy "Speed Racer" quickly wipes out
LOS ANGELES (Hollywood Reporter) - Amid the push by filmmakers to deny photo reality in favor of animated impressionism comes the Wachowski brothers' "Speed Racer," a movie that gives the sensation of being trapped inside a 3-D video game.
In this aggressively rudimentary emotional drama designed -- literally -- around impossible racing car action, actors are painted into a cartoon world through computer-generated imagery and vividly colored backgrounds as images move across the screen like shifting panels in a comic strip. The basic laws of gravity and aerodynamics aren't simply denied; they are totally repealed.
Sounds to me like they totally nailed it. The Wachowskis, that is. This guy apparently isn't familiar with Speed Racer at all.
I didn't get any sort of "video game" vibe. Honestly. What's been shown definitely looks fake, but it one be one goddamned confusing, unplayable game.
While multitudes of young people the world over undoubtedly will make a dash for this new movie experience from the siblings who created the "Matrix" series, the film plays very young. Unlike a Pixar cartoon that embraces as wide an audience as possible, "Speed Racer" proudly denies entry into its ultra-bright world to all but gamers, fanboys and anime enthusiasts. Story and character are tossed aside to focus obsessively on PG-rated action and milk-guzzling heroes.
"Story and character...tossed aside"? Again, dead on. The whole thing about the movie "proudly den[ying] entry...to all but gamers, fanboys and anime enthusiasts" is pretty telling. It says the reviewer not only never watched the show, but somehow never even heard of it. It's a fucking household name.
The Warner Bros. release, derived from a '60s Japanese cartoon television series that is itself inspired by a Japanese manga, opens in North America on May 9.
The film, which the Wachowskis also wrote, pits the Racer family of car nuts -- Rex, long dead thanks to race track malevolence; young brother Speed (Emile Hirsch); Pops (John Goodman); Mom (Susan Sarandon); kid brother Spritle (Paulie Litt); and a chimp named Chim Chim -- against an evil automotive magnate (Roger Allam). He fixes races, probably killed Rex and when Speed turns down a lucrative driving contract, he means to destroy the Racers.
Yawn. This is what we call "mandatory encapsulation of the plot."
Speed and his family-designed car, the Mach 5 -- which looks like a souped-up Corvette by ways of Q's gadget factory in the James Bond series -- take on this Evil Empire in race after race, with help from the mysterious Racer X (Matthew Fox), Speed's multitalented girlfriend Trixie (Christina Ricci in her least interesting role ever) and a ambiguous Japanese racer (Korean pop singer Rain).
Again telling is that the guy has to explain what the Mach 5 looks like. Dudes in deepest, darkest Africa who've never heard of electricity and eat outsiders know the Mach 5.
Like any good video game, each race happens in a completely different environment from tropical island loop-the-loops to a race that starts in a North African desert, takes off into a Mediterranean Grand Corniche and winds up at the Brandenberg Gate. The possible miscalculation here are the wearying number of races that all look alike no matter what the backgrounds. Two climatic races might be one more than any film can successfully sustain.
Again with the video game comparisons just because it's easy. And the complaint about "wearying number of races." Here's the formula for just about every Speed Racer story: "Speed wants to race, but Pops forbids it. Racer X warns him not to race. He races anyway. The race makes up about 60-80% of the story. There's a rival, who usually grudgingly winds up working with Speed to overcome some dastardly villain. The villain is ultimately more silly than harmful. Even Spritle can beat up his henchmen. Racer X kicks some ass. Speed wins the race. It's painfully obvious that Racer X is Rex, but everyone's too stupid to get it. Mix with a copious amount of silliness involving Spritle and Chim Chim, usually involving them hiding in the trunk and eating impossible amounts of candy. There can be no real development of character whatsoever. Everything must end with the status quo as it began."
Anything but that is fucking with perfection. There's a reason everyone and their brother know this show (except this reviewer and a few other people living in a cave), and only a relatively small handful have seen Akira, which is, no question, a far better-made anime.
There is a certain desperation at work here where the filmmakers seek to offset story lags -- i.e., everything between the races -- with chimpanzee tricks, kid-brother hijinks, Ninja martial arts by the whole family and a raft of vicious yet harmless villains.
Hmmm.... Isn't that what I just said was the description of every Speed Racer cartoon, in slightly different words? Sounds to me like they nailed it, unlike every time when they try to make a goofy property more serious and wind up fucking up badly.
By the way, Mister Reviewer-Who-Gets-Paid-To-Be-Ignorant, "ninja" should not be capitalized. I'm going to assume you have no access whatsoever to a dictionary or even the internet.
The whole thing, curiously enough, reminds you of Disney's 1982 "Tron," the very first attempt to make a live-action movie look like something spit out by a computer.
Huh?
I'm not questioning the guy's opinion here, but that is an astoundingly weak way to end a review.