Minions movie review: There is an intrinsic problem with this film Minions about creatures who exist just to serve. When it actually gets going, Minions finds it hard to hold down a thought, let alone a relationship. So the tiny yellow underdeveloped things first seen in Despicable Me, who are literally barely understood by their master Gru, tumble about generally through America of the hippie ’60s, before finding themselves for some reason in Beatles England, where a commoner and known criminal gets crowned the Queen of England without anyone bursting more than a vein. Absurd as the Buckingham Palace bit is, the imagining of Queen Elizabeth as a hearty woman who takes her dethroning with good humour and mug-fuls at the bar is the second best thing about Minions.
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