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Minions is a fantastic film.

There are millions of people to back me up on this. It is a smart movie and gives a new window into cinema that is neither overly sentimental, like Frozen, nor overly violent, like Kill Bill.

The key to success for the story is combining violence with sentiment, softening the violence and pulling up the sentiment to something more believable. Yes, more believable, like the characters of the movie—the people of New York and London—who accept Minions as they are without even questioning why they are small or yellow.

Everyone accepts the Minions, and everyone communicates with them despite the huge language difference. The Minions speak some kind of Italian language that English speakers—be they cavemen, French soldiers or Napoleon Bonaparte—have no problem understanding.

We accept the small yellow creatures. We accept their lifestyle, desire and lack of situational awareness because they are one of the most attractively created characters in the recent years. We accept them simply because they are Minions.

The movie tells the story of the Minions’ evolution, beginning from a single cell to their full development as weird yellow creatures. The Minions’ purpose in life is to serve the most despicable masters, varying from Tyrannosaurus rex to Napoleon Bonaparte. The only problem is that Minions have a tough time keeping their masters alive. Their journey brings them to the North Pole where they live without a master for the first time in centuries. In the beginning, everything looks fine. They are happy, dancing and having a great time—but that doesn’t last forever. Soon they realize that something is wrong—they’re missing a master. One of the Minions, Kevin, devises a plan to journey along with Stuart and lovable little Bob to find an evil boss.

The Minions’ story sometimes lines up with real historical events, but as soon as they arrive in New York, the downfall of the plot begins. The reason for its wane is the lack of proper characterization of Scarlet Overkill. The character is an obvious cliché, just like every other antagonist in Hollywood movies. In addition, the story of stealing the queen’s crown is not an exciting one for the average minions fanatic.

Luckily, the movie’s jokes and funny moments are still strong enough to grab the audience’s attention. However, the lack of integration between the jokes and structure of the story becomes a great disadvantage for the movie. The Minions are a lifeboat for the entire film, and without them the movie would sink.

Minions without the Minions would be a confused and disorganized story that cannot compete with good animations like Inside Out, but when you add the yellow creatures with their Italian accents to the movie, it thrives.

Minions is not a bad experience and overall, the movie is not awful. It is a balanced combination of cliché and creativity.

I hope the Minions’ story will stop here. If the directors do not want to ruin the experience for the entire audience there should not be a Minions 2.