After picking Molly up after her sleepover last night we decided it was time to nip to the cinema. Away to Pocklington Arts Centre and Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium.
I just wasn't looking forward to it. But it really wasn't that bad. Nowhere near as good as Bridge To Terabithia (with which it shares the observations of and ruminations on death) or Charlie & The Chocolate Factory (either version with which it shared that glorious technicolour playground - just substitute toy shop for chocolate factory).
But it was shiny, sparkly and lovely.
With a couple of minor tear jerker moments.
However they just didn't make the movie they could have made. It could have been glorious. It could have been a spectacular success. But all in all, it was just little flat, spectacular effects, gorgeous scenery, stunning toy shop backdrop do not excuse a plot that seems half formed and characters that exist as simple ciphers and nothing more.