Little is overprotective of Stuart, a state of affairs that is making the spirited little mouse increasingly frustrated. Of course, Stuart happens to get around in a snazzy, mouse-size roadster, and when he plays soccer (his jersey number is 1/2), he is in constant danger of ending up skewered on someone's cleat.
Those issues have been well settled by now: Stuart and George are brothers to the core, going to school together and playing on the same soccer team. For example, he gets to the bottom bunk on a cunning little dumbwaiter built from tinkertoys.įans will remember that the first "Stuart Little" concerned Stuart's place in the Little family, not only as an adoptive child but one of a different species. He now shares a bunk bed with his older brother, George (Jonathan Lipnicki), a setup that offers all sorts of opportunities for Stuart to use his imagination. But the family has grown: There's a little Little, baby Martha (Anna and Ashley Hoelck), which makes Stuart the middle Little. Little (Hugh Laurie and Geena Davis) still live in that rose-bedecked brownstone on Fifth Avenue, and they are still devoted to their adoptive mouse. Fox - happily ensconced in the Little family. "Stuart Little 2" finds our hero - a nattily dressed white mouse named Stuart, voiced by Michael J.
Nowhere is this more evident than in the opening shot of "Stuart Little 2," in which a healed Manhattan skyline is filmed to the strains of "Put a Little Love in Your Heart." From the outset, it's clear that we're entering a different world from the one outside the theater, a world whose sharp edges have been tenderly smoothed out. This is a good thing: Although the hip, even subversive humor of such contemporary animated hits as "Toy Story" and "Shrek" offer rare opportunities for the family to laugh together, albeit not always at the same things, the "Stuart Little" movies invite parents and little ones to snuggle up, safe in the reassuring confines of its idealized world. Like a soft, well-worn security blanket, the "Stuart Little" franchise cuddles and mollifies, swaddling viewers in the warmth and easy rhythms of life in some indeterminate, wholesome past.