Great Trilogies Come in Twos

At this point, you can probably predict what happens from here, but make sure to brace yourself for perhaps the cheesiest montage of a circus act that goes along to “Firework” by Katy Perry.

(By the way, before the movie, there’s a preview of Katy Perry’s upcoming Justin Bieber-esque self-loving documentary about her musical life, Katy Perry: Part of Me. We get it Ms. Perry, you’re famous, but no one cares about how your Christian upbringing contradicts your cupcake-and-frosting bra. It's just not that interesting.)

Beyond the cheesy montages — yes, there are several — and the less-than-creative storylines, the biggest problem with this movie is that it doesn’t have a point. There are so many plot lines, yet not a single one is fulfilled. There is so much history with these animals, yet they seem to have forgotten everything that occurred in the previous two. Well, they seem to remember that there’s a place in the United States called New York City, but that’s a stretch. It’s incredible how quickly this movie jumps ship to another plot line, leaving the others in its wake. It happens every 15 minutes.

Don’t let this review break your heart if you love the Madagascar franchise, because it is actually very enjoyable. You just have to approach it with the mentality that it’s just a dream that the characters are having while they all trip on LSD instead of this being the actual third installment.

Actually, that’s not a bad idea: If you’re looking for the time of your life, “partake in 420” before you see Madagascar 3: What Just Happened, because things might make more sense. If they do, let me know, because I’m still confused about everything.