Reviews

I read the reviews and watched the trailer with my 6 y/o daughter before going to see it, so I wasn't expecting much. I was happily surprised and frankly, I liked it! It isn't Pixar, by far, but the animation wasn't bad at all. The characters weren't cheesy, and the animators did well to give them a full range of emotion. The voice actors did pretty well, though a lot of the music were the characters singing short covers of hits that didn't play all that well. Still, my daughter never noticed or complained. The background of the forests was done quite well too, especially the dark forest and black castle. The plot was a bit predictable, but the humor was there for both adults and children, and several times the entire audience laughed at the jokes. It's a kids movie, after all, but what was not to like? Not a bad way to spend a rainy afternoon.

I was worried that a few of the parts would be too scary for my daughter, but overall she liked it too. Of course, it ends with a happy ending for everybody. Can't beat that.

I won't be first on the list to buy this, but if I see it in the $5 bin at Walmart, I will buy it. Like I said, I liked it.

Innocently I sat, waiting for the previews to finish and the movie to start, not knowing the previews were by far the best entertainment of the evening. Once the lights dimmed, it didn't take long to realize I'd wasted my money. Not only did I waste it, I did it in what is arguably the most painful of fashions. I would have been better off if I'd paid the same amount of money to let a pack of rabid wolves gnaw my limbs off - at least the agony would have ended sooner. If my date hadn't been committed to seeing the thing through (`we paid for it, we may as well see it') I would have walked out, but no.. The things we do for those that we for love.

At one point I wanted to take a ball point pen and jam it into my eyeball, then pound it as deep into my skull as it would go. I would have then smashed my head face first repeatedly into the back of the seat in front of me until rendered duly unconscious so as to escape the agony of this retch-fest, but alas, no pen. I tried to borrow one from any other patrons in the theater, but wisely, they had all fled. I could only pass the time with idle dreams of listening to my Walkman while strolling down a set of railroad tracks.

Save your self the pain I went through, and avoid this flick.