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JAMES Burgess is a 27-year-old per­for­mance, drama and the­atre grad­u­ate. The for­mer

Fal­li­b­roome High School pupil has at­tended the BAFTA Film Awards in Lon­don ev­ery year since 2009, meet­ing stars in­clud­ing Dame He­len Mir­ren, Chris­tian Bale, Joseph Gor­don-Le­vitt and Emma Thomp­son.

James lives on St Ives Close in Mac­cles­field. You can visit his web­site at: jab­film­re­views.blogspot. com. Despicable Me 3 - U, 90 mins. Star­ring: Steve Carell, Kris­ten Wiig, Trey Parker, Jenny Slate, Steve Coogan and Julie An­drews. Rating: IN 2010, two os­ten­si­bly sim­i­lar com­put­eran­i­ma­tions were re­leased, less than six months apart.

One was Despicable Me, a colour­ful, fam­i­lyfriendly, bub­blegumplas­tic, synergy-tied con­fec­tion of su­pervil­lainy turned good.

The other was Dream­Works’ Mega­mind, a flo­res­cence-filled de­light of hero­ics, colour, and su­per-villainy turned… well, you get the very cyn­i­cism-ori­en­tated idea by now, I’m sure…

But my cyn­i­cism is well-placed – never more so than here – in this heavy, lan­guid, broadly­bogged-down third in­stal­ment.

The first song used lazily here – Michael Jack­son’s Bad – is in fact the last one used in Mega­mind, and to much the same ef­fect - though it’s not nearly as charm­ing.

From here on in the nar­ra­tive and stylis­tic sim­i­lar­ity is so shame­lessly stag­ger­ing - I’m sur­prised Dream­Works don’t sue - I’m sure they’d have a good case. The main dif­fer­ence be­ing of course, that where Mega­mind was funny, inventive and light as the froth­iest souf­flé, this feels in­creas­ingly tired and lumpen, a for­mula cooked up in those per­pet­u­ally end­less metal­lic cor­ri­dors these char­ac­ters are for­ever run­ning down.

This is a po­lar­is­ing opin­ion, but I just don’t find those aw­ful yel­low min­ions the slight­est bit funny.

Like the worst kind of hy­per­ac­tive off­spring, they never shut up! Not that this both­ered the many de­lighted faces in my screen­ing.

Never be­fore have I seen so many chil­dren so eas­ily and si­mul­ta­ne­ously pleased, with ev­ery flat­u­lence-gun fired or rasp­berry blown.

I sup­pose the in­ten­tion was to hark back to a cross be­tween The Marx Bros. and Ba­nanas in Py­ja­mas - if so, the film-mak­ers missed the mark widely.

What works far bet­ter is the much needed light­ness-of-touch from Phar­rell Wil­liams. Mak­ing ev­ery­body ‘Happy’ back in 2013, and ‘Frozen-out’ to an Os­car – (maybe he’s Let It Go) – he’s back here, with songs that clev­erly help ref­er­ence a slew of other films.

His in­fec­tious an­them ‘Free­dom’ is a great ode to The Shaw­shank Redemp­tion - as well as an Amer­ica’s Got Tal­ent style sing-off of The Pe­ri­odic Table Song.

(It’s the same stu­dio that made Sing - in­fin­itely bet­ter). Good per­for­mances from Kris­ten Wiig, Jenny Slate and Julie An­drews, can’t save it from its own gloopy brand of un­o­rig­i­nal­ity.

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