The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
High energy ‘Kung Fu Panda’ is fun — but also frenetic
Zen focus may well be needed as movie’s scenes whiz by.
There’s a scene in “Kung Fu Panda 4” that resonates with anyone who has struggled to meditate. The heroic panda, Po ( Jack Black), plops under a blossoming peach tree, relaxes his paws and attempts to concentrate on a mantra. “Inner peace, inner peace,” he chants, but his mind can’t stay still. “Inner peace. Dinner please. Dinner with peas. In a sesame-soy glaze.” Spell broken, Po pads off having summed up this frantic sequel in, well, a pea. It aspires to be Taoism for tykes, but it’s just too fidgety.
The Kung Fu Panda films are like a neon sign of a yin and yang, a fragile balance of philosophy and fat jokes. In the beginning, Black’s Po was a klutz who trained himself to earn the title of Dragon Warrior, a name given to his region’s greatest martial artist. The big idea was that if a panda could high-kick, the rest of us could do anything. But the franchise is turning 16, and the average wild panda’s life span is only 20 years. Now Po’s guide, Master Shifu (Dustin Hoffman), has promoted the panda into a spiritual leader, prodding him beyond his comfort zone. No more can Po while away his days punching dudes and eating dumplings. He must, against his will, hand over the Dragon Warrior title to someone else — a status shift that triggers him to yelp his catchphrase: “But where’s the skadoosh?!” (Related: Later this year when the last stragglers in the Atlanta zoo return to China, Americans will be asking, “Where’s the pandas?”)
Jack Black has a mystical hold on children. I’ve seen kids react to him like the second coming of Beatlemania, even ones who weren’t born the last time he voiced this slapstick bear on the big screen in 2016. Black could start his own kindergarten cult, if he were so inclined. But new-to-the-series directors Mike Mitchell and Stephanie Ma Stine seem less confident than the previous filmmakers that Zen sections of their screenplay (by returning writers Jonathan Aibel and Glenn Berger and franchise first-timer Darren Lemke) can keep the youths entertained. The pacing is frenetic, with one fight scene spilling over into the next and timeouts no bigger than the space between dominoes.
Joined by a kleptomaniac fox (Awkwafina), a brusque pangolin (Ke Huy Quan) and a trio of ferocious little bunnies, Po sets out to defeat a sorcerer named the Chameleon (Viola Davis). Davis’ baddie has almost no backstory and a pretty vague plan to control the world, but the EGOT-winning actor rages so commandingly that you don’t notice her character is moo shu wrapper-thin until later. The battles are a blur, with the camera pinballing around, trying to keep pace. When the brawlers slice the air, smears of paint streak across the frame. Midway through, there’s a fight that goes on for so long that, by the end, you can barely remember how and why it began.
There’s so much happening on-screen that it requires a meditative focus that I, too, lack to take in the beautiful images whizzing by.
The comedy also shapeshifts. The humor is often over-caffeinated and anarchic — a style that suits the production — but when the film dares to slow down, it has a gift for reworking classic gags.