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A l'approche de Noël, le sapin où vivent trois frères écureuils nommés Alvin, Simon et Théodore, est abattu et installé avec ses petits occupants dans le hall d'une maison de disques. Dave, chanteur-compositeur venu proposer une de ses chansons, repart sans le savoir avec dans son sac les trois joyeux rongeurs... Dave découvre rapidement que les trois écureuils ne sont pas seulement doués pour semer la panique chez lui, ils peuvent aussi parler et surtout faire de la musique ! Il leur compose alors une chanson. Le succès est immédiat, et Alvin et les Chipmunks deviennent des stars...
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I never liked your goofy lil asses ruinin good ass songs long before ruining movies
Was cute and decent enough for one movie but 4 movies ?
A chaotic fever dream of a movie that somehow exists in the liminal space between kids’ entertainment and surrealist parody. The chipmunk voices are aggressively annoying, but that almost feels intentional. The plot is nonsensical and barebones, and the CGI is weirdly cursed, but there’s a weird charm in how unhinged it all feels. It’s not good, but it’s fascinating in the way that a bad dream is.
One day, a guy woke up and said to himself, "singing chipmunks!" I know it is a brain-rot movie, I just can't prove it yet. It brings on some sense of warmth and I cannot imagine how idiotic those actors must have felt, looking blankly ahead for 100% of the film. They ought to have remembered they were talking to chipmunks 🏻 and not wild boars. The songs actually suck, and the nutbags are actually pretty annoying. There is no plot, the production is meagre, and the movie is cringey, but I like it, and I am going to watch the remaining three.
This is a 60 million dollar movie about singing chipmunks (and it made a profit!!). Felt long and needed more adventure. Singing cacophony.