Younger kids should enjoy Steve Oedekerk's animated comedy about walking, talking farm animals that rally together to fend off some coyotes. With, natch, some breaks for lessons in maturity ... and what it means to live on a vegan farm, begging the question: What's this place for, anyhow? It didn't bother me that the rubbery animals play in a band (the North Mississippi All-Stars provide the tunes), ride choppers or maintain unlikely cross-species relationships. But I was completely distracted by the fact that all the cows had prominent udders, including the lead father and son, and a thuggish group of tattooed Jersey cows. Could the zillions involved in this film be that ignorant about mammals? Why give cows teats at all ... none of the other upright animals exhibit any sexual characteristics. (The female love-interest cow did have a freaking hair bow ... how retrograde.) For family values with lots of extra-freaky titties ... a niche has been filled. (AH)