A promising premise is anchored by Miller's experiment with assumed empathy in a franchise; a path Miller wisely chose to discontinue in his return the Wasteland with Max, something Hollywood could have used as a lesson considering the coming problems from their mismanagement of their cinematic cultural capital.
Doomed to be vastly under-appreciated it seems, this film enlarges the mythic scope provided by the first film and at the same time makes it more urgent - Miller goes darker and deeper, reaching for existential heights through an idiosyncratic blend of comedy and palpable drama that makes the climax, when it arrives, all the more euphoric. Constantly invigorating, the Pig In The City to the first film's Babe.
Surprisingly awful sequel to the terrific HAPPY FEET finds Mumble struggling with a child who doesn't like to dance. Everything changes, however, when global warming causes an ice berg to trap the penguins in their home. Mostly plotless, and lacking everything that made the original so charming, HAPPY FEET TWO is the ultimate pointless sequel.