Chin on Chest

Rating: 3/10 (27 February 2012)

I adore movies and stand in wonder at the imagination and brilliance of those able to create them. So, this is a first for me; writing of a movie that left me aghast, and from such a posse of exceptional talent, beginning with Spielberg.
I am appalled. This movie did not leave me cold; it transformed me into a popsicle. What was that insipid background music from John Williams? I imagine he looked at the initial cuts and longed to come down with a longish illness so that he could get out of the contract, and concluded to just put notes to paper and get the hell out of there.
So much acting talent and so little to work with; I can't find fault with anyone who trusted Spielberg to pull it off. After all, this is Spielberg. The man is a genius; surely he must have a vision that eluded those who could not see it in reading the script. Nope, their intuition was correct. This movie was a stinker from start to finish; from concept to credits.
I hope that Spielberg bounces back with ferocity and a killer flick. Adventures of Tintin needs to be forgotten and relegated to the movies-that-should-never-have-been section of collective memory.