Despicable Me is only as despicable as its PG rating allows it to be, and is instead as enjoyable, loveable and heartwarming as its pee-wee audience wants it to be. It’s a flick about a cold-hearted man and his bizarre evil minions warmed by three cute little orphans with big needy eyes – how could it ever be anything but sappy family fun? Of course it is that, and more. It’s inspired, energetic and well-influenced, drawing from the likes of The Incredibles (2004) and How The Grinch Stole Christmas (1966) to craft a surprisingly entertaining and sweet cinematic experience. It may never feel as glorious as Toy Story 3, but in some ways it is actually better than that heralded Pixar accomplishment.
