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Starring: Nicolas Cage, Emma Stone, Ryan Reynolds, Catherine Keener, Clark Duke, Cloris Leachman, Leslie Mann, Kelly Marie Tran, Peter Dinklage, Chris Sanders
OUR RATING: ★★★½
Animated comedy adventure sequel directed by Joel Crawford. The Croods: A New Age (2020) follows The Croods, who encounter their biggest threat since leaving the cave, another family called The Bettermans, who claim to be better and more evolved. However, a new threat propels both families on an epic adventure that will force them to embrace their differences, draw strength from each other and forge a future together.
Our Favorite Quote:'We're not so different after all. We're two profoundly foolish fathers obsessed with bananas, about to die an incredibly ironic death.' - Phil Betterman (The Croods: A New Age) Click To Tweet
Guy’s Mother: [to a young Guy as they’re trapped in tar] Don’t look at us. Look behind you. Do you see the light? You need to follow that light, okay? Don’t stop. Don’t hide. Follow the light, and you’ll find Tomorrow.
Young Guy: Travel log, Guy here. It’s been fourteen moons since the mission began. Following the light, but no sign of Tomorrow yet. Travel log, it’s been twenty-nine moons. Still no sign of Tomorrow.
Guy: Travel log. It’s been a lot of moons. All the moons. Still no sign of Tomorrow.
Eep: [referring to how she met Guy] Hi. I’m Eep. In my defense, I had been living in a cave my whole life, and I didn’t really come across other people very often, let alone a boy! And to think, the only two teenagers in the world, and we found each other. It’s like fate brought us together. My whole family loved him, except for dad. But eventually, Guy won him over.
Eep: And now we’re traveling the world, searching for a perfect place to call home, a place Guy calls Tomorrow.
Eep: Isn’t Guy amazing? He gives me a funny feeling, like I have butterflies in my stomach. Not just the ones I had for lunch, but like other butterflies. I don’t know what this feeling’s called, but it looks like this.
Eep: And this, and this, and this! I love drawing this shape! I don’t know why. It just feels right.
Eep: Dad always says, “The pack stays together.” But with Guy, sometimes it feels like it’s just the two of us.
Grug: Nothing has tried to kill us in the last ten minutes, so let’s camp here.
Grug: You’re in charge of the fire.
Eep: No problem, dad.
Guy: You can count on us, dad.
Grug: Don’t call me that!
Eep: “Hey” what?
Guy: Hey, you.
Eep: “Hey, you” back.
Guy: Uh-uh. I “Hey, you’d” first.
Eep: And I’m “heying” you right back.
Ugga: You know, Grug, eventually, Eep and Guy, they’re going to want to start their own pack, just like we did. It’s our nature.
Grug: No way. Not happening! The pack is stronger together.
Guy: I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about Tomorrow. Our Tomorrow.
Eep: Our Tomorrow? What do you mean?
Guy: What I mean is, maybe our Tomorrow is different than the rest of the pack’s. Maybe our Tomorrow is a place of our own, you know? Like a home. Just the two of us.
Eep: Just the two of us? Guy, I’d really miss my family. But that does sound amazing!
Eep: A place of our own? Our home? Ooh! Can our home have flowers?
Guy: Sure can. And butterflies.
Eep: And a sweet babbling brook?
Guy: And privacy.
Eep: Ooh! What’s “privacy”?
Guy: It means you only smell the feet you want to smell.
Guy: So do you, Eep Amber Crood, think you could spend your Tomorrow with me?
Eep: I do. I’m going to fall asleep and dream about our home.
Gran: [as they’re standing in a kill circle] Today is a good day to die!
Grug: [suddenly he runs at them from the bushes] Hey, everyone! You’ll never guess what I fo…
Ugga: [the family start throwing their weapons at him] Oops. Sorry, honey. We thought you were a predator trying to kill us.
Grug: No, never apologize for an effective kill circle.
Guy: [referring to the giant wall Grug’s found] There’s something about this.
Eep: I think it’s the end of the world.
Gran: [she steps into the tiger’s mouth] Looks like I’ve seen it all. Well, that’s it for me. I’m glad it’s you, Chunky.
Grug: It’s not the end. It’s just the beginning. Welcome to our Tomorrow!
Grug: I tasted one once, long, long ago. It was summer. The sun was warm on my shoulders. Flowers were in high bloom. I was just a cub. Well, I ate that banana in one bite. And ever since, a day hasn’t gone by without me thinking about it.
Thunk: What was it like, Father? What was it like?
Grug: No words can describe it, Thunk. No words are good enough.
Eep: We get it, dad. Just grab the banana!
Phil Betterman: [as the Croods have been caught in a net] Wait a moment. Look past the matted pelts and gnashing teeth. The eyes, there’s a kind of humanity in them.
Hope Betterman: It’s trying to communicate.
Phil Betterman: Hope, these are people! Cave people.
Hope Betterman: I thought cave people died off years ago.
Phil Betterman: [talking to The Croods as if they don’t understand] We happy meet you.
Hope Betterman: In hearts.
Phil, Hope: Much joy.
Ugga: Much joy to you too.
Phil Betterman: Oh, forgive our condescension, friend. I’m Phil.
Hope Betterman: And I am Hope. And we are…
Phil, Hope: The Bettermans.
Grug: Better man?
Phil Betterman: Betterman.
Hope Betterman: Emphasis on the “better”.
Thunk: What is this? What is this?!
Phil Betterman: We call that a window.
Thunk: [slowly] Window.
Guy: Hold on, stop. You accessorize with a sloth? I accessorize with a sloth! This is Belt!
Dawn Betterman: Mine’s Sash.
Sash: Ooh la la.
Eep: You’re a girl?
Dawn Betterman: Yeah.
Eep: A girl…friend! I’ve never had a girlfriend before!
Dawn Betterman: Me either! Me either!
Dawn Betterman: This is amazing!
Eep: What do we do?
Dawn Betterman: What do we say to each other?
Eep: What’s happening to our voices?
Dawn Betterman: Why are our voices getting so high?
[they both squeel and Sandy howls along with them]
Phil Betterman: Actually, everyone gets their own rooms.
Guy: We get separate rooms!
Eep: What’s a room?
Thunk: What’s a separate?
Phil Betterman: We Bettermans believe that privacy promotes individuality. Unofficial motto.
Thunk: Tell me about my room, Mr. Better-dad.
Phil Betterman: Well, son, it’s right this way. It all started with a tree and an idea.
Guy: Oh, this bed is so comfortable. Ah, nobody’s foot in my mouth. So much better.
Eep: Yeah. So is this that privacy thing you were telling me about? Just feels kind of far, you know?
Thunk: Time to watch some late-night window. Ooh, ooh. Check it out, Douglas. This guy’s my favorite. Okay, moommoth. What are you going to do now?
Thunk: [as the moomoth fall on its back] Oh! What an idiot!
Ugga: Grug, you know what I think? Maybe we could stay.
Grug: Excuse me? You’re thinking about staying here?
Ugga: No. I want to be in the wild fighting vulture rats for scraps. Of course I want to stay.
Thunk: Aah! I’m going to watch window forever!
Hope Betterman: I feel like we just need to help them understand that they have a bright future, outside these walls.
Phil Betterman: And Guy’s future is inside the walls. With…
Hope, Phil: Dawn.
Phil Betterman: Hope Betterman, always thinking of others.
Hope Betterman: Honestly, I just can’t help it.
Guy: Oh, I should wake Eep up. You know, it’s been seven hours since I said, “Hey.”
Hope Betterman: That’s adorable!
Grug: It’s like this place is changing everyone. We don’t sleep pile anymore. We don’t wake up together. And Thunk just stares at that box.
Thunk: [absorbed watching the window] Ohh. Not now, Douglas. The birds are on.
Eep: Dad, relax. It’s been one night. And a little change can be… Guy?
[sees a clean looking Guy]
Eep: Wow. You’re you, but you don’t look like you. And you smell like flowers.
Guy: And soft rain.
Grug: More like a clear mountain stream.
Guy: With just a hint of vanilla. It’s called a shower. You should try it.
Eep: You want me to smell like vanilla?
Guy: Just a hint.
Eep: [to Guy] What happened to your clothes?
Hope Betterman: Oh, we burned his clothes while he was in the shower. In fact, they were so dirty that we washed them, and then burned them.
Grug: Come on, Thunk. We’re going outside.
Thunk: I don’t want to. I’m watching birds.
Grug: In my day, we didn’t stare at birds! We fought them!
Thunk: [Grug grabs him and pulls him away] Let me live my life!
Eep: [referring to her scars] Scorpion badger. Swamp snake, sky snake, volcano, end of the world, my little sister, my little sister, my little sister. She bites a lot. And my dad doesn’t even know about this one.
Dawn Betterman: [as Eep takes off the peanut shell hiding her missing pinky toe] Woh. Peanut toe.
Dawn Betterman: Every mark is an adventure! My parents won’t even let me have scars. That’s why they built the wall. To keep me safe.
Eep: You’re not allowed outside the wall?
Dawn Betterman: Nope. Not since what happened to Guy’s family.
Eep: So this farm is like your cave. You’re just like me!
Phil Betterman: Funny story, everything you see before you used to be a sad, hopeless, dust-filled wasteland.
Grug: That doesn’t sound funny.
Phil Betterman: But through the power of higher thought, I devised a way to get all the water from that high mountain source to flow down here.
Hope Betterman: So, Ugga, you must really miss the wild. Right? With the hunting.
Ugga: Not really.
Hope Betterman: And the gathering.
Ugga: Not really.
Hope Betterman: The baying at the moon.
Ugga: Not at all. Honestly, it sucks out there. If no one’s died before breakfast, it’s a win. It is so much better in here.
Phil Betterman: Don’t tell Mrs. Betterman, but while she thinks I’m toiling in the hot sun, I’m actually in here, my man cave.
Grug: It’s hot in here.
Phil Betterman: Grug, you might be more comfortableif you removed your fur pelt.
Grug: I already did.
Phil Betterman: Yeah, it’s a place a father can escape the chaos of family life. Relax, hang with his bros, if bros he has. Another shark milk?
Grug: So you come in here to hide from your family?
Phil Betterman: Not hide, help. I help my family.
Phil Betterman: So, feeling relaxed? Comfortable? Susceptible to suggestion? What’s your problem, big guy?
Grug: I don’t have a problem.
Phil Betterman: Come on, Grug. I’ve seen you moping around. What’s your problem?
Grug: I’m hot. That’s my problem.
Phil Betterman: Knock, knock. I’m knocking on the door, big guy. Open it.
Grug: [to Phil] I don’t like it here, alright?! My pack’s all split up. There’s no one to sleep pile with. You won’t let me eat bananas. Guy gave Eep a rock. He kissed my hand. They’re planning on leaving the pack. And I don’t like you at all!
Grug: It’s almost like Guy’s the problem.
Phil Betterman: Wait a minute. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?
Grug: Yes. No. I don’t know. Hot.
Phil Betterman: Are you suggesting we take Guy off your hands so Dawn isn’t lonely, and Eep stays with you, with your pack?
Grug: Am I?
Phil Betterman: Why, Grug, that’s a truly great idea. You’ve done it! You’ve solved both our problems.
Guy: [after Eep takes Dawn for joyride outside the wall] Eep, that was not smart. She could have been seriously hurt. You got to think about these things!
Eep: Why are you acting like this? You like adventures.
Guy: No! No. I like not dying. Things are different now.
Eep: But she needed to get out. She’s just like me. This is her cave!
Guy: No, she’s not like you. This is not her cave! She’s not a cave girl.
Eep: “Cave girl”? What does he mean by “cave girl”? I’ll give him a cave girl!
Guy: Just try to keep your giant hand out of sight.
Dawn Betterman: [brings up her giant bee stung hand up to give a thumbs up] Gotcha!
Eep: We’re not done. You called me a cave girl.
Guy: But you are a cave girl.
Eep: But you said “cave girl” like it’s a bad thing! What’s wrong with cave people, Guy?
Guy: There’s nothing wrong with cave people.
Grug: [referring to Phil] He tricked me! He took me into his stupid secret man cave, and he tricked me.
Hope Betterman: What’s a man cave?
Phil Betterman: It’s a place I go to get away.
Hope Betterman: Away from what?
Ugga: Away from you! Duh!
Grug: [referring to Phil’s man cave] It was really hot. I was full of shark milk. I was naked!
Hope Betterman: Why, Phil? Why?
Phil Betterman: Because privacy promotes individuality! Unofficial motto!
Gran: Well, kiddo, looks like we all have something to hide.
Grug: That’s it! Come on, Guy. We’re leaving.
Guy: Wait, hold on a second. First, you wanted to get rid of me, Grug. And now you want me to come with you?
Grug: You were trying to take my daughter away! Promising my baby girl butterflies and babbling brooks.
Guy: Aha! You see? I knew you were listening. There is no privacy with you people.
Eep: Oh, you mean cave people?
Guy: Not what I said.
Guy: Lots of things here are better.
Guy: Like not starving, no sleep pile.
Eep: What’s wrong with the sleep pile?
Guy: Oh, come on, Eep! The sleep pile reeks!
Grug: Reeks of love!
Eep: Well, at least I smell like me. I don’t even know what you smell like!
Phil Betterman: Flowers and soft rain.
Guy: This place is home!
Guy: This is the place my parents wanted me to find! This is Tomorrow.
Eep: Well, clearly, I don’t belong in this Tomorrow. I’m leaving. Are you coming with me?
Guy: I can’t.
Eep: Then I guess we have two different Tomorrows.
Phil Betterman: You ate a banana?
Grug: Nuh-uh. We ate all the bananas.
Phil Betterman: That’s impossible.
Grug: Not for cave people.
Guy: [as Phil is sobbing] Did you hit him?
Grug: No. I thought about it.
Guy: What are the bananas for?!
Grug: What is it?!
Phil Betterman: I don’t know!
[the wall is smashed and Phil yells with terror]
Grug: Huh? It’s just a little Punch Monkey.
Grug: [to Phil, laughing] You just kept giving it bananas? Wait, wait. Let me understand something. You had no idea you were working for an itty-bitty monkey? Giving it bananas for years!
Phil Betterman: [to the Punch Monkeys] If you’re going to eat us, you should eat the fat one first. He ate your bananas.
Guy: Guess it’s just me with my thoughts. Travel log. Literally, I’m traveling in a log. So it’s been a while. A little update. Remember that Tomorrow? You know, the one I spent my whole life looking for? Well, turns out, the girl I love wants nothing to do with it, or me. Girls, very, very complicated.
Eep: Dear diary. Hey, it’s me. Remember what I said about fate? Well, fate’s dumb, and a liar. Fate thinks it’s better than you. Fate wants to stay with…
Guy: The Bettermans! They’re amazing. I mean, have you seen their tree house?
Thunk: It’s so bright out here. I just need to watch the window for a, I just need to watch it for a minute! Oh.
Hope Betterman: [as Thunk breaks the handle off the travel basket] Hey, my travel basket!
Thunk: Travel window.
Gran: What’s the matter? Boy problems? Well, in my day, we didn’t have boy problems. Because we didn’t have any boys, or men, or clothes. We were a warrior tribe of wimmins. The Thunder Sisters!
Dawn Betterman: What’s a Thunder Sister?
Eep: Just Gran’s old bedtime stories.
Gran: True stories!
Grug: It’s not just Punch Monkeys. It’s Kick Monkeys, Headbutt Monkeys, Low-blow Monkeys, Bite Monkeys, Ab-tight Monkeys! Shoulders that punch! Tails that crunch! Deranged stranglers! Strange danglers! Fanged manglers! Mouth breathers! Brain squeezers! And a dude with weird eyes.
Phil Betterman: They seem to have some kind of primitive language.
Grug: Oh, but you can’t speak it, huh, smarty-pants?
Phil Betterman: Well, no. But I’m sure after a few months in captivity…
Guy: I can talk to them. I’m fluent in Punch Monkey.
Gran: [as her wig flies off] Go and find them, Wigasus.
Hope Betterman: That is it! You are all crazy! And you know what? That hair’s not coming back. It escaped.
Hope Betterman: You came barging into our lives uninvited, without even wiping your disgusting feet! And peeping Thunk over here, with his dumb window.
Thunk: [watching through his travel window] This show is for older kids.
Ugga: Kill circle!
Gran: [gets out her knife] Come on, stabby. Time to get stabbing.
Dawn Betterman: [referring to the Wolf Spiders] This isn’t a monster. It’s a mom, who was just afraid for her baby, and being protective, and maybe a bit rude. And maybe she just didn’t realize that the outsiders weren’t a threat, but actually friends. And that maybe, the wolf spiders and outsiders can live in beautiful harmony together in their tree house! I mean ice cave.
Thunk: Woh. You got all that just from looking at them? Perhaps the window by which I view the world is flawed.
Thunk: [rushing to the Wolf Spiders] I’m going to go pet them. Oh, look. They’re hugging me with their teeth! Ow!
Eep: I can’t believe he would choose a tree over me.
Ugga: I don’t think it’s that simple. Guy knew the Bettermans when he was little. They’re the closest thing he has to a family.
Eep: Every time I’ve been hurt before, I’ve gotten a mark I can see. This hurts so much, and I can’t even see it.
Ugga: I can see it.
Ugga: Eep, if something hurts this much, maybe it means you do care. Maybe it’s something worth fighting for. So what are you going to do about it?
Hope Betterman: I just want to say that I have been terrible. After everything I did, and said, you still saved me. Why?
Ugga: Well, we always say the pack stays together.
Eep: Unofficial motto.
Hope Betterman: I tried to steal Guy from you.
Ugga: It’s okay.
Hope Betterman: And I gave you a passive-aggressive basket.
Ugga: Yeah, that was weird.
Hope Betterman: Who does that?
Phil Betterman: They’re saying the oafish caveman will grow bananas for them, watering the fields with his bitter tears. Ooph. And naturally, they want me to supervise.
Guy: Not what they said.
Grug: You can’t speak Punch Monkey.
Phil Betterman: Can I not? Monkeys, I have mastered your zesty and expressive language.
Guy: No, you haven’t!
Grug: [as they’re fighting] No man cave here. You can hide from your family, but you can’t hide from me.
Phil Betterman: Well, your precious pack is glad you’re gone, because you smother them.
Grug: Oh! Well, you built a wall around your family. But you also built a wall around your heart.
Phil Betterman: Oh! You know what you are?
Grug: I’ll tell you what you are.
Phil Betterman: You’re…
Grug: A bad…
Phil, Grug: Father!
Phil Betterman: Grug, am I hallucinating?
Grug: No. Guy’s a giant banana.
Guy: [dressed as a banana] What the monkeys were trying to say was that we’re going to be sacrificed to the monster at full moon tonight.
Hope Betterman: Gran, your hair!
Gran: [as Belt is wrapped on her head] What? It’s temporary.
Hope Betterman: No! It’s flying this way!
Gran: Wigasus has returned!
Gran: [as she’s giving them tribe names] And you are Bog Water.
Hope Betterman: My name’s “Bog Water”?
Gran: I thought of it before you had cool hair.
Grug: [as they’re all tied up and dressed up as bananas] Phil, I’m sorry I ate your bananas.
Phil Betterman: I suppose perhaps I have made mistakes too.
Grug: Like weaponizing these monkeys?
Phil Betterman: Well, yeah.
Grug: Or stealing their water? And teaching them to tie these knots?
Phil Betterman: Well, their knots were atrocious!
Guy: I just wish that I’d been able to see Eep one more time. I spent my whole life searching for a place my parents wanted me to find, and I found it. But now, all I can think about is Eep. My best friend, my first and only love.
Phil Betterman: [to Guy] You know, your parents loved you very much. I think all they wanted for you was to find happiness.
Grug: And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that you and Eep make each other happy. Guy, there’s no one I’d rather my daughter spend her Tomorrow with than you.
Phil Betterman: Guy, I too give you permission to start a home with Grug’s daughter.
Grug: That’s not how it works.
Guy: But it is appreciated. And you two twits are the closest thing I have to fathers.
Phil Betterman: We’re not so different after all, Grug. We’re two profoundly foolish fathers obsessed with bananas, about to die an incredibly ironic death.
Grug: Phil, are you okay?
Phil Betterman: It’s bad, Grug! I think I rolled my ankle! You go on. Save yourself.
Grug: Nuh-uh. Pack stays together, bro.
Grug: [hugging each other] Bro.
Phil Betterman: Bros.
Guy: What the…
Grug: Best bros!
Phil Betterman: Bro-FFs!
Grug, Phil: Banana bros!
Grug: Bros for life!
Guy: I spent my whole life searching for a place called Tomorrow, but it isn’t a…
[he slips and Eep saves him from falling]
Eep: Go on.
Guy: But Tomorrow isn’t a place. It’s a person. It’s you, Eep. You are my Tomorrow.
Guy: Travel log. Final entry. After two of the longest, most terrifying moons in my life, the Croods and the Bettermans made it back together. And the Bettermans welcomed everyone to stay forever. So we made a few changes around the farm.
Guy: Oh, and the Punch Monkeys moved in next door. Man, do they party a lot! All day, all night. Phil actually learned to speak Punch Monkey.
Grug: [sobbing after Guy and Eep move into one of the Betterman’s bedrooms together] Our baby’s leaving. Our baby’s leaving!
Phil Betterman: Who’s hungry?
Grug: It’s a special dish we call Bronana Bread.
Eep: My father was afraid of the pack getting smaller.
Guy: But in the end, it got bigger. A whole lot bigger.
Eep: Dad was right after all. We were stronger together.