This movie is even more disappointing because it had the potential for transformative greatness. Instead, it is a collection of marvelous imagery (what you see above is just the surface) but a bland, dare-I-say boring script. The little girl in the film is very cute, but there is no connection to the other characters or “the story” that is being told. When the little girl weeps for the fictional characters’ fates, I very nearly walked out of the theater. But I didn’t cause I knew there’d be more really cool costumes.
O! if only a visionary like Tarsem would team up with screenwriters who had a sense of true adventure. Why isn’t anyone adapting John Barth’s take on mythical storytime?
