The Bob’s Burgers Movie movie review

From time to time, I like to jump into a film that is essential for a long-running series with which I have no commonality at all to perceive how it plays not as the continuation of said series but rather as an independent venture. This frequently finishes with me shrugging my shoulders and thinking “No doubt, that most likely appeared to be legit assuming you perceived, you know, what was going on with (The first. I’ve not messed with the second, because of reasons of having seen the first and left with that shoulder shrug.)

The Bob’s Burgers Movie is one such Bunch-oblivious property: Despite the way that the show has been on Fox for over 10 years now and has excelled on reruns on the two TBS and Adult Swim, and regardless of the way that the nominal Bob is voiced by H. Jon Benjamin, who is, for certain, my number one voice entertainer, I’ve never watched a solitary episode. Hell, I’ve never observed even a clasp. My insight into Bob and his burgers is restricted completely to what I’ve assembled by means of assimilation on the web.

I’m satisfied to say that The Bob’s Burgers Movie functions admirably as an independent story: While there are without a doubt a few references that I didn’t exactly get (for instance, one of the antiheroes seems to have been involved with a killer eventually, a rehashed reference that has no genuine bearing on the plot?) there were sufficient setting signs for all that to check out.

It helps that the plot is really clear: Bob Belcher (Benjamin) and his significant other Linda (John Roberts) need to bring in sufficient cash to take care of their late credit before the bank repossesses their kitchen hardware, an undertaking made considerably more troublesome by the sinkhole containing a killed body that opens up before the eatery, impeding bystanders from the café. The Belcher kids, who are ending up the school year, try to settle the homicide of the carnie in the opening, a secret that appears to have connections to their landowner and neighborhood amusement park administrator Calvin Fischoeder (Kevin Kline).

This is, normally, a trickier inquiry. Especially as it connects with satire: I chuckled resoundingly on a few events, yet this is certainly a dryer, at times thickly pressed, piece of humor. For each joke in the exchange there are two behind the scenes, pleasantry on signage that evokes either a laugh and grateful gesture or a moan, contingent upon your degree of play on words resilience.

Part of the interest for me is the simple presence of H. Jon Benjamin, whose tone of voice is so specific thus interesting that it has made me snicker so anyone might hear for a long time. From his work as Coach McGuirk on Home Movies to his James Bond knockoff Sterling Archer on Archer to the portrayal of his book recording, Failure Is an Option, all that Benjamin does makes me grin. That I’ve never watched Bob’s Burgers feels, looking back, similar to a mix-up.

The liveliness is great, giving both a feeling of lived-in authenticity and squalor to the Belchers’ little shoreline town and an energizing activity set piece in the end act under the footpath. However I will say that part might have been quite recently a hair more brilliant; I felt like I was missing sight gags as they went zooming by during a footpath bubble-vehicle pursue.

Of note: this is a melodic, to a limited extent. At any rate, there are a modest bunch of tunes. Once more: I have no clue in the event that this is a long-running vanity from the show or something uniquely great for the film, yet I will say that the numbers are amusingly terrible as in the vocalists playing out the melodies aren’t actually vocalists and the moving is vivified such that emulates how a non-artist could move. Loads of head-swaying and arm swinging; it’s not actually Astaire/Rogers, assuming that you get my meaning. The purposeful normal ness of the exhibitions entertained me as in, as a musically challenged and mood free individual, I have pretty much similar focus point from all musicals paying little mind to basic recognition; it seemed like an inside joke focused on me, by and by.