A possible calculus for Kevin James films: The more pathetic his typically schlubby, confidence-challenged character, the bigger the cash-grabbing cojones behind the production. Consider the audacity of calling Zookeeper — James’s latest interminable march through the crudest possible gestures toward character, conceit, and comedy — a movie. This “story” of a middle-aged zookeeper (James) trying to win back his status-obsessed ex (Leslie Bibb) with the help of the cheerful inmates at his animal prison — while his gorgeous, soulful co-worker (Rosario Dawson) looks on — pushes past banality and onto the surreal plane being staked out by bad movies that are bad in a new and genuinely dispiriting way.
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REVIEW: Even for a Talking-Animal Movie, Zookeeper Hits a New Low
