Short of a Strawberry Shortcake snuff film, you couldn't imagine a more cynical and soul-destroying repackaging of a 1980s cartoon than the Smurfs movie from two years ago. And now they're back. This time around, we're focusing on Smurfette, the only female Smurf, and it's actually sort of interesting.
This is definitely a case of "lowering the bar," not unlike the two Wolverine solo films. The first Smurfs film was so horrendous, you could hire Tommy Wiseau and the Birdemic guy to make the sequel and it would look like a shining avatar of brilliance. But I actually do think Smurfs 2 is a slightly watchable film, if you enjoy fart jokes, creepy CG cats, Hank Azaria scenery-chewing, testicle jokes (Smurfberries!), terrible musical numbers, hokey bromides and cheaply animated slapstick. This time around, there's an actual story, instead of just a collection of clichés and pop-culture shout-outs.