01-04-2012, 04:50 AM
by all means, I think we oughta have an introspective moment of silence for poor ol' Tin Tin (Snort).
Okay. Wrong film. Let me try again.
The lovely wife and I just got back from seeing Tintin. Wow. That sound I heard in the theater was Pixar loudly shitting themselves, because someone has made an animated movie on par with their efforts. This is easily the best action adventure film I have seen in the last 12 months (saying this year would undermine it somewhat) and one of the best pulp genre movies to date. Oh yes. Pulp. The hero may look to be a bit of a nonce, but he handles himself in a fight with the aplomb of Charles Bronson and is hard, tough and competent without the accompanying chest thumping or monologue by a doomed villain on the can of whoop ass that was inadvertently opened. This film is a labor of love, with superb detail on all of the environments; and a reverence for the source material that would do a young earth creationist proud.
And it is not a kid's film - though you can bring kids. There is enough flash, pirates and wild chases to keep them on the edge of the seat. The violence is understated, but it is real. Punches hurt and bullets kill; even if blood is not sprayed about like an unfortunate porn genre simile. The swordfights, of which there are several are the second best I have seen in the last twelve months (beaten out by a hair's breadth by 13 Assassins) - and one particular lethal move is so skillfully carried out and animated that it is easy for the neophyte to miss. There are genre films that don't pay as much attention to fight choreography as this film did.
The 3d is nice. If you like 3D you will enjoy it - if you don't, you will tolerate it. Most of the time, the immersion is so good that it will just flow past you as part of the narrative; which is where it belongs. Transparent.
One complaint. The previews. Some soulless douche-canoe who is choad deep in Oedipal bliss decided to create a full length version of The Lorax. I now know what my childhood being raped by rabid midget thalidomide clowns looks and sounds like.
Okay. Wrong film. Let me try again.
The lovely wife and I just got back from seeing Tintin. Wow. That sound I heard in the theater was Pixar loudly shitting themselves, because someone has made an animated movie on par with their efforts. This is easily the best action adventure film I have seen in the last 12 months (saying this year would undermine it somewhat) and one of the best pulp genre movies to date. Oh yes. Pulp. The hero may look to be a bit of a nonce, but he handles himself in a fight with the aplomb of Charles Bronson and is hard, tough and competent without the accompanying chest thumping or monologue by a doomed villain on the can of whoop ass that was inadvertently opened. This film is a labor of love, with superb detail on all of the environments; and a reverence for the source material that would do a young earth creationist proud.
And it is not a kid's film - though you can bring kids. There is enough flash, pirates and wild chases to keep them on the edge of the seat. The violence is understated, but it is real. Punches hurt and bullets kill; even if blood is not sprayed about like an unfortunate porn genre simile. The swordfights, of which there are several are the second best I have seen in the last twelve months (beaten out by a hair's breadth by 13 Assassins) - and one particular lethal move is so skillfully carried out and animated that it is easy for the neophyte to miss. There are genre films that don't pay as much attention to fight choreography as this film did.
The 3d is nice. If you like 3D you will enjoy it - if you don't, you will tolerate it. Most of the time, the immersion is so good that it will just flow past you as part of the narrative; which is where it belongs. Transparent.
One complaint. The previews. Some soulless douche-canoe who is choad deep in Oedipal bliss decided to create a full length version of The Lorax. I now know what my childhood being raped by rabid midget thalidomide clowns looks and sounds like.