Little

Movie Review: Little 

I love movies like Freaky Friday, Big, 13 Going on 30, and many others of that genre.  I became a big fan of Marsai Martin, the talented young actress on Black-ish. Discovering that the now fourteen year- old is the executive producer and driving force behind Little in conjunction with some cute trailers, seemed like a safe bet and a needed trip to the movies.

I’m not going to pussyfoot around with this, I lost BIG on that bet.  So much so, I really don’t feel like taking the time or making the effort to write a review.  So, this one will be short and not so sweet folks.  I wanted to like Little.  I really did.  I tried my damndest to get into and enjoy the film, but, for all intents and purposes, Little is a 109 minute, boring @$$ dumpster fire, best to be avoided. 

Lousy pacing.  Flat, unimaginative characters and no character development.  It was just plain sad.  Regina Hall, Issa Rae, and Martin are all better than and deserve better than this movie.  There are a few “cute” and even fewer funny moments, but they are so few and far between, odds are you’ll have nodded off or walked out before most of them.  Goodness knows I struggled against doing both.

The soundtrack is the best thing about this film, but even that stops halfway through as if they’d given up even trying to salvage the project.  By the time it kicks in, it’s a classic case of too little (pun both intended and not) too late. The only other saving grace are the outfits, they’re pretty sweet.  But even that isn’t a complete success. There are some seriously butt ugly shoes messing those up as well.

Sadly, this endeavor is a 2 from me.  A complete disappointment. I can’t even recommend Red Box or streaming on this one.  Your time would be better spent listening to Spotify while watching paint dry.