Synopsis: In a town with no humans, just animals, a koala named Buster Moon realizes he will soon lose his theater if he cannot turn his luck around. He comes up with a plan to host a singing competition, where the winner will receive $100,000. Will this be enough to return his theater to glory?
Director(s): Garth Jennings, Christophe Lourdelet (co-director)
Production: Illumination Entertainment
  Nominated for 2 Golden Globes. Another 2 wins & 21 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
108 min



Places, everyone.

This was it.

The moment it all began.

The moment an ordinary

little guy

fell in love with the theater.

Everything about it.

The lights,

the way the scenery moved,

even the smell.

He was only six years old,

but his plans to become

the first koala bear in space

were suddenly toast.

- -Some folks may have said

he grew up to be the greatest

showman the city has ever seen.

-Some called him a visionary,

a Maverick. -

sure, some folks said he was

as crazy as he was stubborn,

but I say wonder and magic

don't come easy, pal.

And, oh, there would never

be any doubt,

the name buster moon

would go down

in entertainment history.

And I should know,

- because I am buster...

- Moon!

- Open this door!

- Good morning, Mr. moon.

Miss crawly. What, uh...

What's going on?

You got a lot of animals

waiting to see you, Mr. moon.

I do?

Holy moly, I really do.

Yeah, it's the

stage crew from your last show.

They say their

paychecks bounced.

Tell 'em I'll call up the bank

and make sure

they're paid tout de suite.

Oh, I got Judith from the bank

holding on line two

right now, sir.

-Um, actually, I'm gonna have

to call her back. -Oh.

What should I tell her

this time?

Tell her buster moon

is out to lunch.

Moon! Open this door!

Come on, moon!

I know you're in there!

Moon! Open this door!


Hmm, thought I heard

someone singing there.

Ah, whatever.

Guys, listen.

Stay where you are.

The cops are here in...

What are you...?

-Hold it right there!

-Yeah, I'll get him!

- Go, go, go!



Johnny, you were supposed

to be keeping a lookout!

Sorry, dad.

And where's your mask?

Look at me. I'm mommy!

Caspar, get off the table.

Rosita, have you seen

my car keys?

Norman, would you please

tell them

what a good singer I am?

Oh, yeah, you were great, honey.

By the way, the bathroom sink

is blocked again.

Bye, honey!

One, two,

one, two, three, four!

Oh, my gosh.

I thought you guys said

you were musicians.

Ash, babe,

I'm the lead singer, okay?

Just stick

to the backing vocals.

Sorry, I... I get carried away.

Yeah, I know, right?

It just kind of ruins my song,

you know?



- Come on, make your wish.

I wish you'd join a choir.

A local band or something.

-I tried.


Hey, hey, dad,

we've been over this.

So she's a little shy.

So what?

If I had a voice like meena's,

I'd be a superstar by now!

- Now blow out your candles.

A penny?

How dare you!

I happen to have studied

at the Lincoln school of music.

Sorry, it's-it's all

i got right now.

--Oh, is that so?

-All right, prove it, pal.


- Empty your pockets right now.

-Trying to find...

-Wh-what is this you got here?

-Just trying to find...

What do you smoke out of this?

That's my inhaler.

Aha! I knew it!

You all saw it.

You all saw it right here.

- The monkey lied.

I forgot I had that.

And next time, pick on someone

your own size!


Take care of her, will you?

She may look old and rusty,

but she is a classic.

Okay, listen.

We both know that my theater

has been going through

some pretty rough times lately,

but as the saying goes,

"for every cloud,

a silver lining."


-We've got...

Hold on right there, buster.

My dad, he heard I was

gonna see you today,

and he was all like,

"Eddie, you tell that koala

"I'm not funding any more

of those shows,

and that's final."

Those were his words.

Well, your dad's right.

Those shows were the problem.

War of attrition.

Rosie takes a bow.

I mean, nobody wants to see

that stuff anymore.

So, what do I do?



I give 'em a show they cannot

resist, which is gonna be...

J-just one more minute,

s'il vous plat.

- -Merci.

Don't speak French.

They speak English here.

Now, my next show is gonna be--

drumroll, please...

...a singing competition.

A singing competition?

Who wants to see

another one of those?


J-j-just think.

Your neighbor, the-the-the

grocery store manager,

that-that-that chicken--

right there!

Everyone in this city

gets a shot

at being a star

live on my stage.


this is a terrible idea.

Oh, no, it's not.

Real talent from real life.

That's what audiences want,

and I'm gonna give it to 'em!

All right, well...

C-can we please just

get out of here?

Don't you want to eat?

Yeah, but we can't afford

any of this.

Yes, I know, and that's why...

I brought sandwiches.


That's not allowed.


What, you don't like

peanut butter and jelly?

- Excuse me, sir.

- Okay, look.

I got cream cheese,

i got banana...

-You okay?

-Yep. Never better.

Miss crawly?


Uh, who is it?

It's me.

Your boss, Mr. moon.

-Oh, hello, Mr. moon.

-There we go.

Now, I need you to add

the following information

-to our publicity flyers.

-Yes, sir.

The winner

of the singing contest

will receive a grand prize of...


Hmm. Gonna need more than that.

Just a second.




- You got that?

- -Uh, $1,000...

Oh! Oh!

Print 'em up

on every single sheet

of paper we have left

and let's spread the word

right away, okay?

Yes, uh, yes, sir.

Oh, okay.

Come on out of there.

Ah, the winds of change.

Yep, when this show's a hit,

I'm gonna get you

a fresh coat of paint.

How are we doing

with those flyers, miss crawly?

Oh, yes, sir.

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Garth Jennings

Garth Jennings (born March 4, 1972) is a British film director, screenwriter, producer and actor. He is best known for directing the films The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Son of Rambow and Sing. Jennings co-founded the production company Hammer & Tongs. more…

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