Wreck-It Ralph 

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• Wreck-It Ralph

In the realm of fantasy fiction, they call it “world-building”: the appeal of an entirely distinct universe, perhaps based on some future of our own world, perhaps set somewhere and sometime else entirely. And it has become the defining go-to approach for contemporary feature animation, as filmmakers look for blank canvases on which to begin their creations. What are things like, they invite us to wonder, within the world of living toys, or sentient cars, or fairy-tale characters, or monsters? The heart goes into the characters, but the details are etched into the unique environment in which they’re immersed.

That’s what everyone has been expecting from Wreck-It Ralph ever since the concept and the first trailers leaked out into our world: This would be a journey into the behind-the-screens lives of video-game characters, who interact with one another and move between their respective game worlds when the arcade shuts down for the night. The titular Ralph (John C. Reilly) is the marauding bad guy in a Donkey Kong-like vintage 1980s game called Fix-It Felix, and Ralph has grown weary of finding himself with no opportunity to do the things that would earn him the affection showered on Felix (Jack McBrayer). Maybe Ralph could win heroic honors if he took a quick visit to the first-person shooter soldiers-vs.-aliens game next door …

There, it seemed, was the great opportunity for Wreck-It Ralph: in the collision between 8-bit sensibility and the intense, photorealistic next-generation graphics that replaced it. Director Rich Moore—a veteran of The Simpsons and Futurama—brings that sort of modern rapid-fire referencing to the places where the video-game characters congregate, notably Ralph’s “Bad-Anon” support group for digital heavies and the surge protector “central station,” where familiar faces like Sonic the Hedgehog and Q-Bert make cameos. There are also great moments both in the existential confusion among the Fix-It Felix residents when Ralph’s absence leaves nothing in need of fixing, and Ralph’s terror when he finds himself battling monstrous alien insects alongside the soldiers’ hard-core commander (Jane Lynch). Here, Wreck-It Ralph finds its most effective potential hook.

Then, that hook is promptly abandoned. Most of the story takes place inside the candy-colored—and candy-themed—car-racing game Sugar Rush, where Ralph tries to retrieve his hard-won medal from a mischievous “glitch” named Vanellope (Sarah Silverman). The relationship between the two shunned outcasts becomes the emotional center of the movie, and Silverman in particular provides a lively, spiky energy to the little girl who’s like a digital manifestation of attention-deficit disorder. But the filmmakers proceed to spend all their creative energy building the particular world of the Sugar Rush game and its various visual gags and puns based on sweets: The cops are donuts; palace guards resembling a certain name-brand chocolate-sandwich cookie march while chanting “O-re-o! Oooo-re-o!”; characters find themselves trapped in Nesquiksand; Mentos stalactites threaten to turn a pool of diet cola into a volcano. As punchy as the punch lines are, they pull the focus in the wrong direction. Like Ralph himself, we’re stuck in the wrong world.

Even more problematic, the character arc gets trapped in similar sticky sweetness. It’s hard to see exactly where Moore and his screenwriters might have gone with a story that held its attention on Ralph’s adventures in a scary shooter game, but where they end up going with Ralph and Vanellope isn’t nearly interesting enough. No matter how many giant alien insects are flying around, it becomes little more than a sparkly variation on the old “like yourself for who you are” animated-feature plot, albeit one with an undercurrent of “there are different ways to be a hero.”

The shame of it is that there’s plenty of imagination on display in Wreck-It Ralph, in deft visual touches like the jittery linear movements of the citizens from Ralph’s world. But that imagination doesn’t extend to finding a genuinely creative way to exploit the idea of consciousness inside a video game, or with finding potent story elements in places where the rules and limitations are programmed. It’s too easy for Ralph to go wherever he needs to go, which leaves Wreck-It Ralph as a world built without one of the things that most clearly defines a world: identifiable borders.

WRECK-IT RALPH

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