Keep It Together

In a glassy-eyed season of franchise bloat and blockbusters-by-committee, Spy Kids 2: The Island of Lost Dreams pulls off a dual identity as pre-sold power sequel and auteurist playground. Writer, director, editor, cinematographer, production designer, and co-composer Robert Rodriguez brings a more-is-more credo to both his résumé and his mise-en-scène in this FAO Schwarz spyware palace, densely tricked out in gizmos and hoochamacallits. Secret-agent siblings Carmen and Juni Cortez (Alexa Vega and Daryl Sabara) run riot in jet-fueled Hover-Shoes (!) and a shape-shifting, amphibious Dragon Spy Ship (!!) to track down the fabled Transmooker Device, which can cause a pan-global electricity outage with the press of a button and is hence the most coveted accessory among the world-domination set. The fantasy merch is miniaturized or SuperSized at giddy random and everything's Crayola-bright, even once the kids hit the titular island and the power goes out.

For this second go-round, Rodriguez sees double everywhere he looks. Carmen and Juni jockey for position with a rival brother-sister team, Gary and Gerti Giggles (Matt O'Leary and Emily Osment). Old-school wiles and wisdom, still dispensed by foxy Mom and Dad (Carla Gugino and Antonio Banderas), reach back another generation with the arrival of Grandma and Grandpa (Holland Taylor and international man of mystery Ricardo Montalban). The first movie's nemesis, kiddie-show host Floop (Alan Cumming), gets a cameo shout-out, but mad-scientist duties are largely fulfilled by Romero (Steve Buscemi), who likewise spends his waking hours ensconced in a seaside Neverland Valley and building the perfect mutant beast. That is, until his hybridized Noah's Ark (including pigs that fly and a Slizzard) grows out of his control.

Rodriguez can't quite match the Floop-derived Kroftsmanship of part one, while the pop-up CGI and warp-speed editing sometimes conjure the narcotic fog of an afternoon in front of Nick Jr. But the movie never disappears under the wheels of its own machinery: The poised Vega and pleasingly phlegmatic Sabara are resolutely uncute performers, and the reach-out-and-touch-it gadgetry carries a homey scent of proactive nostalgia. Spy Kids 2 is an island of lost Circuit Cities as stocked by Ray Harryhausen and the Mummy brain trust (dig those menacing, rattling skeletons!), though the only commodity Rodriguez hawks is family togetherness.

"Hark! The Slizzard!" Sabara and Vega in Spy Kids 2.
photo: Dimension Films
"Hark! The Slizzard!" Sabara and Vega in Spy Kids 2.

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Spy Kids 2: The Island of Lost Dreams
Written and directed by Robert Rodriguez
Dimension

Signs
Written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan
Touchstone

The Chateau
Written and directed by Jesse Peretz
IFC
Opens August 9

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