I kind of liked the beginning of the movie. Not the very beginning with little girls violently destroying their baby dolls - that was rather disturbing. But the introduction to Barbieland was clever and hilarious. Top notch actors, led by Margot Robbie, played these Barbies and Kens with remarkable conviction and made the concept work. Barbie stepping out of her slippers to go into a shower and remaining on tippy toes was one of those moments that were just perfect. But of course, the incessant "Hi Barbie! Oh, hi Barbie!" and every day being the best day can only go on for a few minutes before becoming unbearably boring, so the movie introduces a disruption. In the real world there is a grown woman (America Ferrera) who is still into Barbies, even though her tween daughter Sasha (Arianna Greenblatt) has long stopped playing with them and regards them as hurtful to girls. (She is not wrong!) Well, the mom starts fantasising about Barbies that look like her (cellulite) and think like her (about death) and in doing so opens a portal between Barbieland and the real world. It's not as silly as it sounds and it could have worked really well exploring the questions of life and purpose and beauty and aging and all kinds of things. But instead the filmmakers decided to focus on delivering a message. As a result all the originality and creativity was sacrificed in favor of primitive ideas and an extremely black and white worldview. Men dominate the real world. All of it. But they are bumbling idiots both in the real world and in Barbieland. All of them. Women are sooo much better. All of them. Just because. It's ironic that the only Barbie who is actually capable of something is the one severely damaged by rough play.