Movie Review: ‘THE SECRET LIFE OF PETS’ imagines humorous, adorable day in pets’ lives


Jared McMillan // Film Critic

Director: Yarrow Cheney and Chris Renaud
Cast: Louis C.K., Eric Stonestreet, Kevin HartJenny SlateEllie KemperAlbert BrooksLake BellDana CarveyHannibal BuressBobby Moynihan and Steve Coogan

At one time or another, anyone who has ever had a pet had weird fantasies about what their animal children do behind their backs. If you are an adult, it’s something like these pets have seen you host a wine party so many times that they judge you on the regular. But, when you’re a kid, the imagination takes you to far out adventures, as your little best friend goes out to be with other pets. Both of these are just ways to cope with the guilt of leaving them behind, but that’s neither here nor there.

At any rate, the fact that there haven’t been thousands of movies revolving around this concept is kind of astounding, what with the studios propensity to beat a dead horse. Maybe that’ll all change soon, as THE SECRET LIFE OF PETS comes on like gangbusters and doesn’t let that smile leave your face.

Max (Louis C.K.) starts off the show with a narrative montage of how he and Katie (Ellie Kemper) are the best combination of owner & dog ever…their love is the best! While he waits for Katie to return home, the audience is shown a playful montage of what pets do when they’re home alone. Max hangs out with his friends: Mel (Bobby Moynihan), Buddy (Hannibal Burress), a bird named Sweet Pea, and a fat cat named Chloe; also, the tiny Gidget (Jenny Slate) pines for Max from across the street.

Katie (Ellie Kempler) brings home a new dog (Eric Stonestreet) to play with Max (Louis C.K.). Photo courtesy of Illumination Entertainment.

Katie (Ellie Kemper) brings home a new dog (Eric Stonestreet) to play with Max (Louis C.K.). Photo courtesy of Illumination Entertainment.

When Katie comes home this time, however, she brings home the giant mutt Duke (Eric Stonestreet). Max finds this situation unacceptable and the two are soon at odds. While the dog walker takes them out the next day, their spat causes them to get lost, and must find their way back before Katie gets home.

Along the way they find themselves having to fend off a gang of unwanted pets that live in the underground, led by a fluffy bunny named Snowball (Kevin Hart). The Flushed Pets, as they call themselves, are out for revenge against pet owners and their leash lovers. While Max and Duke try to survive, it’s up to Gidget and the gang to help them out!

It’s impossible not to like THE SECRET LIFE OF PETS. There is a brightness and vibrancy to its overall presentation, which has become a trademark for Illumination Entertainment, creators of the DESPICABLE ME franchise. Chris Renaud and company have a way of making sure that the movie doesn’t go out of its range, and that it plays out like a children’s book. This light fare is punctuated by the jazz-like whimsy of Alexandre Desplat’s score, which keeps the mood upbeat and optimistic.

As much as fun as everything is, it’s impossible not to notice a couple of annoyances here and there. They can depend on score too much to dictate our emotions, instead of letting the dialogue do the work. And while a lot of the humor is fantastic (Kevin Hart slays as Snowball… “R.I.P. RICKY!”), it can use unnecessarily crude sight gags that are groan-inducing. Universal also manages to kill the constructed world of its animated version of New York with product placement that would make Adam Sandler jealous.

Of course these things are nit-picking, and most moviegoers will notice it and move on because the movie is just too much fun. There’s no need for any underlying commentary or upfront adolescent metaphor. THE SECRET LIFE OF PETS knows what it wants to do and that’s give your imagination some credence. Personality goes a long way with animated fare, and this one has so much it can’t help but be memorable family fun.

THE SECRET LIFE OF PETS opens everywhere Thursday, in both 3D and 2D formats.

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Preston Barta

Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.