Lilliputian light and unconcerned about it, Gulliver’s Travels clears enough antic elbow room for its liberal adaptation of Jonathan Swift’s classic novel to do its thing without too much offense and then pretty much disappears. Directed by Rob Letterman ( Shark Tale and Monsters vs. Aliens ), the film turns Swift’s hero into the male comedic mainstay of the day — a schlubby, pop culture-obsessed man-child with no prospects and tics and references where a personality should be. Which is to say: Jack Black. The joke is obvious, and Black has used his maniacal, delusional grin to make it for years: I think I’m way bigger than I am. And yet Gulliver’s journey yields a little more than the basic, bland yuk of a mail-room jockey who can barely look his comely co-worker (Amanda Peet) in the eye becoming a terrifying and potent giant in cargo shorts and Chucks.
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REVIEW: Gulliver’s Travels Is Silly, Sweet and Not Too Oversized
