Silence your flatulence, you writhing tape worms!
I think I've been reading too much Johnny the Homicidal Maniac... or not enough, whatever. As promised, my opinion shall be spat in your general direction and you will swallow.
So, Space Chimps. While it looks pretty and the voice acting is enjoyable, it really seems to lack something. Acting, me thinks. The animators weren't bad, that's not at all what I'm saying, but there was a definite lack of symbolism and expression through their bodies. It was in essence, a movie full of monkey sized Keanu Reaves. To further my disappointment, the lack lustre compositions leave a series of poorly framed head shots to entertain you. Couple that with a classic 'you can do it' themed plot, it left me screaming at the movie store cashiers intestine.
In stark contrast to the luke warm effort of the affore mentioned monkey business, wall-e was brilliant. Emotional, deep and breath taking, the team at Pixar have out done them selves. While director Andrew Stanton is no Brad Bird, I was truly awestruck by the complexity and yet simplicity of the plot. With no voice acting per se through the fist portion of the film (robot sounds were composed by Ben Burtt), the level of acting required to convey the situation was astronomical. The brilliant visual compositions giving us an insight into the mood and creating atmosphere. When your soundtrack includes 'Thus Spake Zarathushtra' (bombastic little number from 2001: a Space Odyssey) you know you're onto a good start. The genius use of such mood music gives an edge to the scenes that truly enraptures you.
Anymore Chimp bashing from me will have the RSPCA kicking down my door to open up my insides with sporks, so I end it here. I had intended to go more in depth into the break down, but alas, I work on borrowed time and toe nails.