In delivering a film about a garden snail that dreams of winning the Indy 500, it’s as if the makers of Turbo had been pressed to come up with the most extreme underdog tale they could think of. Or else animators really are running out of ideas for original new characters.
An attractively designed but narratively challenged, one-note film, Turbo skews younger than the norm for big animated features these days and has limited appeal for little girls.
The sooner you accept the dull, miserable nature of your existence, the happier you’ll be, worldly-wise snail Chet (Paul Giamatti) advises his younger brother Turbo (Ryan Reynolds) after yet another day scouring a garden tomato patch. Turbo spends all his downtime watching VHS tapes of professional car races, especially the many won by his hero, Guy Gagne (Bill Hader, amusingly assuming a French-Canadian accent).
Of course, the message of the film, as with so many other kid-inspirational cartoons and other fantasies, is that no dream is too big, you can do anything if you set your mind to it, etc., etc. Unfortunately, the real embedded lesson of Turbo is that, if you’re too small or weak or otherwise incapable of greatness, you have a shot to win if you’re juiced.
Which is what happens late one night when Turbo, coming upon a Fast & Furious-style drag race in a dry L.A. riverbed, gets sucked into an engine. Instead of being toasted, however, the little guy becomes infused with nitrous oxide, enabling him to zoom along the ground seemingly as fast as Superman shoots through the skies.
The ultimate destination – Indianapolis – is inevitable, but it takes a long time to get there, given a script that is short on invention and long on largely unfunny yacking.