A colorful spectacle with breathtaking line detail, Ice Age: Continental Drift looks terrific. New voices – if not particularly fresh characterizations – include Dinklage's simian baddie, Captain Gutt; Lopez's growling first mate, Shera; and Sykes' turn as Sid's demented Granny, working an old-biddy bark to reliable comic effect. Sykes is a welcome addition, but still: The party's gone on too long.
Is it that the film's wink-wink disregard of historical continuity has gone stale? (The last installment was set during dinosaur times.) Or that it positions a yellow-toothed buccaneer ape as its antagonist? (Pirates are so mid-Aughties.) Or that it is engined by one more end-time scenario in a summer already sputtering with catastrophe exhaust? Yes on all counts, but the biggest disappointment may be that the filmmakers have found no new thematic ground to tread.