The Beanie Bubble

The Beanie Bubble eventually runs out of steam. The snappy pace and colorful style — so attractive at first — later become alienating, keeping nearly all the characters locked into one dimension.

The film feels like a vapid cheerleader for late-stage capitalism. It is blithely unquestioning of what the frenzy over glorified Hacky Sacks actually tells us about society.

Zach Galifianakis captures the narcissism of Chicago’s Ty Warner.

It is dispiriting to watch such talented people try to animate this turgid blueprint.

Robbie is right that the beanie bubble represents a mad moment, as did tulip mania in 17th-century Holland, and other must-have investments before and since.

The Beanie Bubble is convinced there’s a victory buried in this story somewhere. It’s just not clear who or what we should be celebrating.

The Beanie Bubble takes a sharp turn towards irrelevance in its sluggish and perpetually underwhelming second half...

It is substance free, it is hollow, and it is pointless.

The Beanie Bubble remains a mostly enjoyable cruise into societal weirdness with a touch of female empowerment.

The Beanie Bubble on Apple TV+ puts some famous faces on a mediocre story to produce a movie marginally more interesting than a Beanie Baby itself.