The Twits

While the film may thematically point to real-world struggles in the United States, The Twits is mostly an accessible story about the power of empathy in the face of naked evil, all to the tune of about a thousand fart jokes.

It's funny, it's zany, it looks good, and has some really great character work going for it, but it probably would have turned out better as a product of the 20th century.

There is a sense at times that Johnston has over-compensated for Dahl’s cynicism with his wondrous children and their magical friends, and a bit too much of “The Twits” feels like it desperately wants us to love Beesha and Bubsy, even if they’re kind of shallowly conceived and designed.

That the film has such a strong, timely moral argument makes one reconsider its creative merits.

Any of Dahl’s gruesome sense of fun is obliterated by a bulldozing message of empathy and kindness, thanks to a plucky orphan Beesha (Maitreyi Ramakrishnan) and her pals pulling together an opposition to the Twits. This is vile and revolting in all the wrong ways.

The Twits is exactly what one might imagine a Netflix Dahl adaptation to be: Diluted, simplistic animation, as cloying and feckless and smoothed over as anything from the last decade of Illumination films.

If you don’t actually want to make a film out of a Roald Dahl book, this critic’s advice is: don’t.

Um ritmo terrível para o filme desse porte,salvo pelas cores interessantes e uns personagens bem diagramados. Quando resolveu falar de política, fake news e de como a população pode estar à mercê de discursos salvadores, parecia engrenar, mas o filme abadona algo mais consistente para dar vazão à correria e uma aventura genérica e chata demais. Uma bola fora da Netflix numa área em que a empresa até nem costuma errar tanto.

Very boring film, nothing like the books ,don't recommend to anyone and there was a lot of gross unnecessary details .

A disgusting insult to Roald Dahl and his incredible body of work. Wes Anderson got it right. This gets EVERYTHING wrong. Seems like this was made for the awful human beings who would want to read the butchered versions of Dahls beloved original stories. Dahls family should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves for letting all of this happen. It's practically dancing on his grave.