Painfully predictable and crushingly inane, The Country Bears is one of those 'What the hell were they thinking?' kind of movies. The plot is tired, the characters forgettable, and the jokes, for the most part, are just plain bizarre. When they happen you open your mouth to laugh because you realise that they're jokes, but milliseconds later you work out how unfunny they are, and/or how little sense they make, and any hopes of light relief are quickly squashed. The entire conflict which the film revolves around is that the eponymous band split up years ago and declared they would never reunite, and yet almost every member takes only the slightest coaxing to return to the fold. Only the last one requires any kind of convincing, and that's a plot beat you'll see coming a mile away. The truth is, however, that the film isn't entirely terrible. The animatronics, courtesy of puppet giant Jim Henson, are impressive, many of the songs are entertaining and well-performed, and Christopher Walken, the King of dubious film choices, is at his eccentric best, providing a music needed belly laugh whenever he's on screen. His weird speech patterns and sinister facial expressions are always a hoot, but they're not enough to redeem this dull, clichéd, atrociously assembled mess.