Review by Matt Finley
Back in 2007,
CBS News dubbed bird-watching the “fastest-growing sport in America,” citing that, with 75 million participants, this unlikely “spectator sport” had attracted more fans than NASCAR. With a built-in demographic of that size, by-the-numbers birding comedy
THE BIG YEAR could’ve been all woodpecker taxonomy jokes and sarcastic rejoinders about binocular etiquette, and still made a mint. Instead, director David Frankel (
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA,
MARLEY & ME), in his third effort to tap nonfiction writing for its core-lurking emotional sap, has made a film intended to appeal to everyone. The result is a wholly generic, breezily innocuous 100 minutes of road-tripping, life-affirming, bird-watching fluff. Now, go back and re-read that last line without all the sarcasm in your head-voice. See – that description doesn’t
have to make the movie sound terrible. (Admittedly, the tagline - “Everyone is searching for something” – kinda does).