The plot begins like every other animated movie made in the past 10 years. Jerry Seinfeld, who co-wrote and produced the film, lends his patented nasal-voiced skepticism to Barry B. Benson, a Central Park hive dweller buzzing for adventure. Barry B. Benson, who has reached the stage in his accelerated bug lifestyle when he must choose a career. The hive where he lives is a highly regimented place, where the bees, conditioned by 27 million years of evolution, work without a break in the same job for their whole lives.
Benson is a plucky young honeybee who can't fit in because he doesn't want to have the same mundane task for the rest of his life. He ventures to New York City, meets a florist (Zellweger) and yadda-yadda-yadda they're suing the human race for illegally selling all the bees' honey.
It's when Barry tags along with them that Bee Movie comes alive. As he flies into the air, the world outside looks so whizzy and strange — acid-trip flashes of sky, leaves, and blinding sun — that it's as if Barry were being reborn.The scene where Barry gets up in the morning, deliberates before picking a yellow-and-black-striped sweater off a rack hung with a dozen identical options, then sharpens his stinger like a pencil is creative.
Seinfeld's talent occasionally surfaces. But considering he wrote one of the hippest and funniest TV shows in history, there's a surprising amount of corniness and laziness in the dialogue, as if each writer was paid by how many bee-related puns they could come up with.As lighthearted humor with playful animation, and a great ending song, the film is great to watch.
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