Our summer movie season is now established, and has an appearance that promises fortune; but in this world, nothing can be said to be certain, except death, taxes and Minions. Not to bite Benjamin Franklin too hard, but six movies deep into thefranchise, I’m ready to wave the white flag and declare those pesky little yellow henchmen
the founding fathers of 21st-century Hollywood. You’ve finally won me over, fellas! Or more accurately, you’ve beat me senseless into an adoring mush of banana-coloured pulp. Yes, the Minions Kevin, Stuart and Bob – plus several hundred of their fellow pint-sized sidekicks – are back in the new animated feature, and causing roughly the same amount of chaos as in the first three movies, plus their two spinoff features. Yet, from my perch, the Minions’ antics have evolved from being mildly irritating merchandising opportunities to subversively slapstick-ian anti-heroes of the first order.
May the MCU – that’d be Minion Cinematic Universe – continue to expand. Or to paraphrase the words of Benjamin Franklin once more, love your Minions, for they tell you your faults.Switch gears. Give your brain a workout and do today's Daily Cryptic Crossword.