The plot: Vlad (voice of Eric McCormack) and Joska (voice of Hank Azaria) are two immigrants looking to live the American dream. And, well, that's it. If there's anything that's plainly and completely evident from watching Immigrants (subtitled "L.A. Dolce Vita"), it's that Csupo (who serves as director) and Klasky (who retains producing duties) aren't necessarily moviemakers by trade. I didn't see Csupo's live-action venture Bridge to Terabithia, which may or may not have illustrated stronger feature-length sensibilities, but I get the sneaking suspicion that Immigrants was planned as a television series and forcefully stretched into a movie when they couldn't find a network that wanted to air it.
There are several miniature arcs in Immigrants, and none of them have any bearing on one another. In the first, Vlad and Joska look for work, and Vlad is hired by the conglomerate Glutco, where he uses his apparently effortless charm to get heated-up housewives to buy things. Joska rejects the consumerist overkill of Glutco, and opens a shack in the parking lot where you can buy just the opposite: only the exact, tiny increment you need at any given moment. In the second, the pair try to open a restaurant, but when they can't get a loan, they try and sell the food in the courtyard of the apartment where they live. Thirdly, Joska and Vlad head to a nightclub, where Vlad becomes obsessed with a vodka drinking contest and its $5000 prize money and Joska is hired as a doorman. Finally, the pair start working out and eating right in order to score the atttention of two beautiful joggers (wait, isn't Vlad a ladies' man?).
McCormack and Azaria are pretty funny in the lead roles (which are redubbed from the original Hungarian in an attempt to boost the film's profile; Tom Kenny, Freddy Rodriguez and Laraine Newman also play parts), but there isn't anything for them to really sink their teeth into. The plot is peppered with tired jokes, such as Vlad's attempt to drink the complex's crusty old landlady under the table before she tries to sleep with him, Vlad's daughter's desire for a tattoo, and the recurring use of "What is Love?" by Haddaway, which is territory Doug and Steve Butabi have already firmly staked as their own. Actually, they kind of sound like sitcom jokes -- really, there may as well be pauses in between each of the four plot sections, where the DVD plays commercials.
I suppose it's probably not Csupo and Klasky's fault that Immigrants is a formless blob of mildly diverting animation: sometimes projects just go wrong, and I can't fault them for trying to salvage the material. But Immigrants is not really a movie, and perhaps the pair are better off resting comfortably in their existing niche, rather than vying for a larger chunk of the same American Dream that Vlad and Joska want for themselves.
The Video and Audio
My normally cooperative DVD programs did not allow me to identify the audio included on the disc, and it's not clearly identified on the packaging, although I'm 99.9% positive it's Dolby Digital 2.0. It sounds perfectly listenable, without any discernable effort at surround activity. If it's somehow a 5.1 track, it'd only be less impressive.