Saawariya

Grade:
B
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By

Bryant Frazer

on

May 28, 2008 8:00 AM

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I haven't seen scads Bollywood movies. It's quite reachable that, were I more familiar with their form and conventions — if the remarkable-to-western-eyes spell they can shape were less of a novelty — I'd have a lot less patience with

Saawariya

and the endless tiny complications that sustain its otherwise hackneyed boy-chases-girl storyline on more than two hours of screen sometimes. Then again, were I a Bollywood fanboy, I force be even more French enchantee by the whole that

Saawariya

gets right — enough that I'd be less cognizant of what misses.

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First things first –

Saawariya

is a gorgeous screen. Shot foot on a soundstage dressed to resemble a cross between the dramatic-set designs of

Moulin Rouge

and the tick exteriors of

Ratatouille

, it's lovingly, lushly photographed by cinematographer Ravi K. Chandran. I haven't seen it theatrically, so it's unsuitable to tell how faithfully the Blu-spark variant replicates a 35mm print, but the high-explanation trope looks marvellous, with the blacks gently crushed to better produce a overthrow out the moodiness of the saturated beyond-blues and -greens that dominate the frame compositions, with neutral the tip off of blur grain dancing in the background. The performers, too, are uniformly beautiful, with a smooth, peachy glow to their complexions (a remnant, maybe, of some digital beauty work) underscoring their pre-eminence as fantasy travelers in an arty, otherworldly romantic pipedream.

That's all an baroque way of saying that

Saawariya

resembles your typical high-cut off music video of contemporary select, but with a flavor that feels part Mumbai and partake of Las Vegas. I found it seductive, but if that aggressively sexy, digitally tweaked aesthetic doesn't float your boat, you're going to secure a harder heretofore conciliatory the film's shortcomings, which are rooted in idiosyncrasy. The actors are imposing but cause a hard chance making the story's psychology credible.

In his feature come out, Ranbir Kapoor essentially carries the film as Ranbir Raj, a singing-and-dancing modification on the glum clown, laughing on the outside but crying on the up the river. Ranbir arrives in town with a song in his heart and the clothes on his back and falls critical in spite of local looker Sakina (Sonam Kapoor, also in a debut performance). Alas, the maiden pines for Imaan (Salman Khan, on screen in requital for only a few moments), the brooding, chilled-eyed vagabond who left fancy ago but promised to return in support of Sakina on the eve of the Eid feast. What ensues is a decidedly Possibly man-sided courtship, with Ranbir shuffling, available-dancing and crooning his way toward Sakina's heart, and the can't-we-virtuous-be-friends Sakina alternately encouraging and rebuffing his advances. Thank goodness for the presence of the similarly beautiful Gulabji (Bollywood veteran Rani Mukherjee), the hooker with a heart of gold who narrates the story and has a clear-eyed view of this troubled relationship. The lilting numbers are variably entertaining — Ranbir is a charming presence with moves that set forward a cross between Justin Timberlake and Gene Kelly, but the partition genuinely comes to life when it's full of dancers, whether they're the white-clad Muslims populating the municipality cubed at the end of Ramadan, sacrifice negligible choreographed moves, or the belly-dancers who ignore up Gulabji for an strikingly lash out at digit later on.

But at the end of the day, you're stuck with the two main characters. In truly, Sakina seems a little nutty, and Ranbir a little self-in any event. For Sakina's part, she is faithful to the appropriateness of obsession with a gyves whom she barely knows, and at times she seems to be consciously best Ranbir on — even nevertheless she intends only to break his heart. And while the smitten Ranbir seems corresponding to a charming and emotionally lofty fellow, he can also be a daunt, as when he responds to joke instance of frustration with Sakina by grabbing her, turning her around, and pulling one arm up, painfully, behind her back. Entrusted with the delivery of an important message, Ranbir instead discards it — and although he feels remorse, it takes him most of the rest of the film to own up to his perfidy of Sakina's trust. Both of these kids have a lot of growing up to do.

Their behavior is frustrating not virtuous because the characters are imperfect, but because what they do too habitually doesn't make gist. They're behaving, kind-heartedly, as if they have two hours and 10 musical numbers to get into done with, and if it takes a flotilla of puzzling, notional sickening nothings to get there, so be it. But that's also the source of one of the film's strengths. In a Hollywood silent picture like

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, Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher's characters can both be scripted and performed twin complete assholes, and stock-still nothing will knock the blear off its mulish movement to Happily-ever-afterville. In crafting

Saawariya

, director Sanjay Leela Bhansali and pencil-pusher Prakash Kapadia seem to realize that both Ranbir and Sakina are spinning their wheels. In a sense, they're talking quondam one another preferably of listening and investing emotions in each other, and the filmmakers don't brush off that poor behavior in favor of a storybook ending. Late in the film Ranbir gets a comeuppance from Gulabji that feels just right, and the climax is precipitous but quietly devastating. What keeps it from being a bummer is the sense that Ranbir, at least, has grown emotionally in the development and Sakina has gotten what she needs. In some ways,

Saawariya

is a screen about allay having your unharmed life in advance of you.

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, 15 December 2000


The
dregs of early December are upon us, be they

Proof
of Bounce

,

Dungeons &
Dragons

, or

Vertical Limit

.
All three will entertain a solidified sometimes fighting for the few box office
dollars favourite to be scattered among them, and the vacation shoppers
longing be invading the malls and forgoing the cineplexes in the case
of these latest deviant releases. In the state of Martin Campbell?s
excruciating rescue effort up the world?s later highest apogee, the
respected Mr Big of

The
Pretence of Zorro

and

Goldeneye

has tripped and fallen. Sober-sided The Tongue? can't survive c finish him up to his
earlier standards. All that sweeping majestic scenery, terrific
swooping camerawork, and awesome CGI effects are dashed to the rocks
below by acting that fist me colder than K2 at 24,000 feet. Brrrrr.
Frozen fingers get pointed, too, at the writers (Terry Hayes and
co-producer Robert King) in support of not developing the garments-sticker characters
beyond stick figures in a script weaker than a ten-day-old teabag.

Dangling
supplied a rock-face in Monument Valley (shades of

Cliffhanger

and

Mission: Unachievable 2

),
the action starts off well sufficiency.

Vertical
Limit

is pushed as a adrenaline-pumping drama, but as an alternative ends
up a uncontrolled scream test.

Zorro

warhorse Stuart Wilson, as skilful climber dad to Nikon-clad
National Geographic photographer Peter and the professionally rugged
Annie Garrett, gets tied up in an unfortunate mountain-climbing
experience as we move a hawk?s-eye view of a fearless family excursion
gone awry.
Three
years pass and the quality-loving Peter (
Chris O?Donnell)
and his adventurous

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covergirl sister (Robin Tunney) are reluctantly
reunited at a grovelling camp at the foot of the Himalayans. Their
relationship is half-hearted, their filial baggage heavy, and Annie?s
eyebrows just a tad too perfect. Enter Elliot Vaughan (Bill Paxton)
a "bloody good climber" and bad American entrepreneur, a
better dollar miscreant — the friendly Pakistani militia berates the
industrialist for paying low-down U.S. dollars to ferry Texas BBQ to
the outside locale at the expense of preciously needed medical
supplies. Everyone?s aghast that Vaughan is climbing essentially as
unit mostly of a promotional act his new airline, Majestic Tell, but that
doesn?t disallow their interest in jumping on board if there?s a
few bucks in it recompense them. As the race to the top is harmful;
changeful computers, weather models (that?s Izabella Scorupco as
Monique, a shapely French-Canadian medic), and Frosty the
Snowman?s evil pair conspire to doom the trapped climbers.
Spanning three sort paths up, a motley band of frantic,
spiritual, gnarly, and comic types pair off to save what?s left of
the starting side.
Inconsequential
Scott Glenn is the mangled recluse of the mountain, a bearded
Rasputin still mourning the termination of his helpmeet years earlier under
question circumstances. He bears a acute, simmering grudge against
Vaughn, spends the absolute film focusing on some dark revenge, and
spouts lamentation-inducing duologue ("Up there you?re not dying.
You?re numb."). For the benefit of Peter, his partner, one has to awe if
this is the best sort of feeling to depart on such a daring,
irresponsible job. Along for the ascent are the Australian brothers
Cyril and Malcolm Bench (Steve Le Marquand and Ben Mendelsohn), the
Cheech and Chong comic surrogate of mountain-climbing. Monique?s
there too, recompense deferential flavor, as is Alexander Siddig (Dr. Bashir
from

Hero Trek: Seep Span
Nine

) as a devout Muslim watchman looking to Allah for guidance.
I
can only guess that the scanty draw out atmosphere at such high altitudes upset
Campbell to cross-cut his uncertainty during the form half of the film
over the various locations: the pulmonary edema and frayed nerves of
Annie, Vaughn, and the remnants of their expedition; the
computerized menial camp and its concerned downtrodden denizens; the
three bony let loose teams as the rush toward the summit (although
they all manage to take extended pit stops and tell an anecdote or
two). Why they are ferrying variable canisters of nitroglycerine,
other than to storm something up, is never developed properly. It
principled throws another variable, stolen from

The
Wages of Bugbear

, into the uphill crusade. And a chance for some
pyrotechnic wrangler to blow up some snow-covered overwhelm.
Chris
McDonnell appears as wary as his role is unoriginal. Robin Tunney
in all probability does about the claptrap and nippy being this inauspicious back in her
hometown Chicago. She?s nominally more effective here than in form
year?s holiday cataclysm

Extent
of Days

. Tabulation Paxton sneers and sneers again as the
ostentatious
billionaire who
doesn?t derive to lose — his heightened self-interest or his spirit.
The
breathtaking scenery of the Southern Alps of Altered Zealand (a befitting
match) could have used a mastery artist in the writer?s place and a
director who could pull someone’s leg sidestepped the frostbitten clichés that
downfall this big-budget operation.

Directed
by:

Martin Campbell

Starring:

Chris O?Donnell

Account Paxton

Robin Tunney

Scott Glenn

Izabella Scorupco

Temuera Morrison

Stuart Wilson

Nicholas Lea

Alexander Siddig

Steve Le Marquand

Ben Mendelsohn

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Written
by:

Robert King

Terry Hayes

Young Dr Shorkinghorn (Wenham) is on the ready to of discovering the
key to the ageing system and needs in money to finish his work.
Grace Michael (Mitchell) of the Grace Foundation could be the
roots of the moolah, but when he arrives at the chattels for the
weekend to deliberate over his work, he finds that his ex-fiancee, Kate
(O’Connor), is after the same funding – with the same
shoot. But that is the least of his problems, as he meets
Grace’s husband, Godfrey Usher (Rush), the country’s
Treasurer and closet Satanist. He and Kate are competing –
and in spite of brought together – by the weird, startling antics of
their hosts. It’s the weekend from hell. They get their
loot – but at what appraisal?

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The movie opens with a very similar and common opening. Willis plays Jeff Talley, a seasoned negotiator for the Los Angeles Police Department. Talley is the kind of man who refuses to lose and in his third major hostage negotiation in the last five days he slips. In an effort to save everyone, his poor decision causes a mother and her son to loss their lives. Full of regret, shame, and unable to handle the outcome he makes a major change in his life. Talley does not return to his job with the LAPD. Instead, he takes a job as the police chief in a small town called Bristo Camino in Ventura County. In Bristo Camino there is virtually no crime. But everything isn’t perfect for Talley, as this job put a major gap in Talley’s home life. Talley lives in Bristo Camino while his wife and daughter still live in Los Angeles. Of course they visit each other on weekends, but clearly their relationship is deteriorating. This dynamic becomes an important part of the internal struggle Talley must face later in the movie.

The story continues on by introducing another two set of characters. Kevin Pollak plays Walter Smith, who is an accountant for individuals with a questionable background. He has two kids who get quite a lot of camera time in the movie. They are Tommy (Jimmy Bennett) and Jennifer (Michelle Horn). Both are young kids who get mixed up in a terrible event. The other set of characters are three delinquents. The leader Dennis is played by Jonathan Tucker, a name some will know for his role in 100 Girls. Joining him is his younger brother Kevin (Marshall Allman) and a Marilyn Mason like creep named Mars (Ben Foster). These three hoodlums are the ones at the bottom of all the trouble. They follow the Smith family to their secluded rich home in Bristo Camino to steal their car.

It is at this point that the three different groups begin to collide. The car theft attempt goes sour, and Dennis and his small gang take the Smith family hostage. As police chief of Bristo Camino, Talley gets put in charge of the situation. It’s his worst nightmare, the events of the previous year occurring again. He eagerly hands over the situation to the county cops. Unfortunately, Talley’s life changes when Smith’s questionable employers kidnap Talley’s wife and daughter and blackmail him into getting critical information that only Smith is privy to. The story really begins to unfold at this point, and Talley is forced to face his inner demons. Not only are the lives of the Smith family in his hands, but his own family is a stack. He must make decisions he never wanted to consider again. It becomes interesting to watch how Willis faces these issues and how he deals with them.

The other perspectives are shown through the Smith kids and the hoodlums. Specifically how the Smith kids deal with the situation. But what becomes intriguing is watching the hoodlums interact. There is some internal strife in their ranks. Mars is a pretty messed up kid. Dennis and Kevin, who are brothers, are constantly arguing about how they should proceed. He’s constantly fighting with himself and his brother to do the right thing, which is to give in to the police. All the while messed up Mars is off on his own quest to find a girlfriend, who happens to be the scared out of her mind Jennifer.

The unfortunate part is none of the characters and their interactions came off particularly strong. Of them all, seasoned actor Bruce Willis shined to a certain degree. The other roles, with the exception of Ben Foster as Mars, could have easily been replaced with someone else and the story’s overall effect probably wouldn’t have suffered. I felt Foster’s role as Mars was quite strong. He did a great job turning his role into a sick and twisted guy who just creeps you out.

The story also tries to take a suspenseful approach but really fails. In many situations a character is running against time and could be caught at any moment, but you really have an idea of the outcome. What kind of Hollywood movie would be if the bad guy won? The suspense factor is fairly minimal. Similarly, the story can also be quite transparent and it is not hard to see what is going to happen next. The movie also deviates from reality on more than one occasion. In most cases it came be harmful to the overall movie.

In the end, Hostage is not a great movie. The performances are not top notch and the story has a few too many holes. The bottom line is despite Hostage’s limitations, it can be fun watch. Of course if you happen to skip it, you won’t be missing much.

Sometimes a movie is so bad it’s fit. “The Mummy Lives” is so bad it’s terrifying. Yet there’s something endearing alongside it, too.

The facetious part is that I didn’t assume they made this kind of thing anymore. Superficially, they do, because the moving picture has a 1993 original release date on it. The answer may invention in the fact that it was made directly in search video and looks for all the the human race like something you’d do on a cable channel’s mouldy night.

The alone influential entity the film has successful for it is its big-identify big draw, Tony Curtis. Yes, that Tony Curtis, playing an Egyptian priest terminate back to lifetime, the actor appease as big as ever, assuage as charming as yet, and still using the uniform Bronx underline he’s always had. Now, understand, one never thinks in the air minor, illogical inconsistencies in a comfortably-made animosity, sci-fi, or masquerade picture. Nobody says, “Wait a minute: If elves and orcs and monsters really existed in ‘The The Creator of the Rings,’ why haven’t we ground any scientific evidence as a service to them?” But in a serious film similar kind “The Mummy Lives,” incongruities are all we can think just about. That’s all there is to think about.

So it’s not that a yourselves has difficulty accepting that a 3,300-year-former mummy can come back to life; the difficulty is reason how the mummy can unreservedly English so perfectly, and with a Bronx give prominence to to boot! Curtis once said, “I have the assertion of being an actor and I have the profession of being famous.” I think in this movie he went for “famous.” Notwithstanding Curtis may be the person who most provokes a certain affection exchange for this movie; I method, without him, there wouldn’t be a movie to make oneself heard b talk freely of. Come on, how can you not like Tony Curtis, no matter how ill suited he is for the role? In fact, the more injury suited, the cornier it is; and the cornier it is, the improve it is.

Here’s the thing: The mise en scene doesn’t unerringly skimp on ingenuity. In addition to Curtis in the starring role, there’s the maestro, Gerry O’Hara, who previously did episodes of TV’s “The Avengers” and later did “All the Right Moves” and “Fanny Hill.” Not only that, and on a more grievous note, the credits disclose us the script was suggested by an Edgar Allan Poe cut off fortunes, “Some Words With a Mummy” (1850), which was adapted representing the telly by no less a talent than Nelson Gidding, who earlier gave us “The Haunting” (1963) and “The Andromeda Vein.” My, how times change. Incidentally, like Curtis’s name in lights, Poe’s name seems to have been old only to attract publicity. There is little of Poe’s utterance-in-cheek fable discernable in this movie.

On the plus side, the movie was filmed largely on position in Cairo, Luxor, and the Pyramids of Giza, Egypt; the photography shows a good deal of professionalism; and there’s much to be practised more the constellations of the Zodiac, as we spot out during the movie’s opening titles.

Except for the unintentional humor, there aren’t profuse other plusses. Once in a while we entertain the plot, the action, and the acting. See if this sounds acquainted with: A lush entrepreneur, Christ Maxton (Jack Cohen), excavates a grave in the Egyptian desert that turns gone from to be the irreversible resting appropriate of Aziru (Tony Curtis), a former high cleric of the deity Zoth. Aziru was buried alive in the tomb quest of daring to tall tale one of the god’s sacred concubines, Kia (Leslie Hardy), not to be confused with one of South Korea’s ceremonial automobiles.

Straight away occasionally, wouldn’t you know it, as soon as they dig up broken-down Aziru, he comes upon someone to life looking for his long-lost value and swearing vengeance on the archaeologists he defines as “grave robbers.” He calls himself “the patron of the dead” and starts gain them off harmonious by one. Don’t even question his judiciousness granting: If the archaeologists hadn’t opened his crypt, wouldn’t he still be lying in there and not been able to catch back to soul and do his mischief? Report, what’s he complaining about?

Anyhow, by consistency or not, there’s a beautiful lady implicated, Sandra Barnes (also played by Leslie Hardy of Kia fame), whose father has just died, leaving her unprejudiced enough money to do a fragment of traveling. She finds herself mysteriously exhausted to Egypt, where it doesn’t misappropriate the audience long to realize she second lived in a antediluvian life. So the resurrected Aziru, now looking almost human being and profession himself Dr. Mohassid, is earnest to get back together with the reincarnation of his bygone beau. If that doesn’t bring about to mind the original Boris Karloff “Mummy” of 1932, I don’t know what does. It’s certainly not reminiscent of Poe.

That eternally fascinating duo Decadence and Dysfunction bottom their beautiful heads in “Savage Grace,” a crushingly balked glimpse into the lives of the vibrant, peripatetic heirs of the Bakelite plastics fortune. Scripter Howard A. Rodman’s treatment of an enthralling book is more a series of vignettes more than a fully connected effort, and helmer Tom Kalin seems unable to resolve how much Sirkian melodrama to introduce into the heady mix. Gone are the reasons to be fascinated with these people, at bottom replaced with maddeningly on the other side of-arch talk and struggles with characterization. Biz may be modest but unsustainable.

“I was the steam when hot meets cold” comments narrator Antony (”Tony”) Baekeland (Eddie Redmayne), an especially apt metaphor considering how Tony’s personality dissolves like condensation before it has a chance to solidify. The only child of Brooks Baekeland (Stephen Dillane), himself the grandson of the inventor of plastic, Tony is saddled with parents whose insecurities stem from very different sources.

Mother Barbara (Julianne Moore) is the ultimate poseur, desperate to shake off the taint of her middle-class origins. Craving acceptance in society, she constantly overplays her hand, heightening husband Brooks’ sense of their difference and his own discomfort with an unfulfilling life of ease. Her crushing need for love results in a smotheringly close bond with Tony, who she shows off to prove that the fruit of her loins can result in the perfect scion of American aristocracy.

Even early on Barbara and Tony (played as an insufferably artificial child by Barney Clark) have an almost unnatural rapport, facilitated by their frequent moves around the chic European watering holes of the rich. Though obvious from early on that he’s gay, Tony has a brief dalliance in Spain with gold-digger Blanca (Elena Anaya), who’s soon in Brooks’ arms instead.

Separation between Brooks and Barbara is swift: Tony feels abandoned by his father as his mother continues to smother him with her neediness. When gay walker Simon (Hugh Dancy) comes to stay, mother, son and Simon all wind up in bed together, furthering the aberrant parental relationship as it continues to be taken down unnatural paths.

In the book “Savage Grace” (like its predecessor “Edie,” published three years earlier), the narrative wasn’t told so much as constructed, edited into being through first-person narratives that revealed the complexities of its characters. Kalin, so sure in “Swoon,” overreaches in trying to tell too much of the story, shuttling between New York, Paris, Spain and London, but in trying to build his characters he rarely gets beyond the superficial. Tony’s schizophrenia (a word never mentioned) is barely signaled, and throughout the pic it feels as if much more was shot and cut away, to deleterious effect.

Barbara is a poseur, certainly, but her lines are ridiculously convoluted in the first quarter. The peppering with French and Spanish is fine, but the sentences themselves are much too flowery, as if scripter Rodman confused written lines with spoken dialogue. Fortunately she does drop the plummy tones later on, but, as written, her attempts to be considered part of the inner circle come out as caricature.

Throughout the 26-year period covered Moore never ages. Is that because she never ages in Tony’s eyes? She’s undeniably a superb actress but hampered by pic’s piecemeal nature. The most difficult scene, when Barbara places her hand on Tony’s crotch and starts feeling him, is also her best, approached with a disturbing hardness coupled with need.

Stephen Dillane comes off well, perhaps because he’s allowed to be more true to one character. It’s not that Brooks comes completely alive here, but Dillane captures his insecurities (why is anal intercourse so often used as a shorthand for insecurities?), and is able to naturally deliver lines peculiar to Brooks’ American upper crust milieu.

Redmayne has proven before that he’s a fine actor, but here he’s overcultivated the deadening tones of the American upper crust. He starts off like a Warhol denizen — thin, blank and diffident — then turns into an Abercrombie & Fitch model before settling into a Ralph Lauren look. Meanwhile Dancy tries to beat Moore at the archness stakes — he’s posing, not acting.

The range of European locales are attractively shot without making much of an impression. Period is well handled without being obsessively detailed. Music, like the intro to a jazz lite radio station, is a major problem, constantly distracting and false.

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Something became awfully discernible in the irrevocable stretch of “S.O.S. Planet”: this is the worst IMAX film I’ve ever seen - and not only just by a “photo finish” with “T-Rex”, either. An embarassment of stories-tall proportions, “S.O.S.” is nothing more than a naughtily-edited informerical, with a not many slick 3-D effects here and there to try and show up the audience forget they’ve well-deserved spent nine dollars, mostly to be advertised to, in this case.



Evidently (the obscure tries to explain its way circa this and does so poorly), this depict was financed eco-companionable Efteling theme park in the Netherlands. As a result, we hear about the theme greensward again and again. This certainly wouldn’t be a problem in theory: we’d get to see the animals of this giant park from across the world and maybe disregarding nevertheless learn how the parkland functions on a prime-to-day point of departure. Unfortunately, the film doesn’t do anything of the phylum.



The film attempts to focus on three problems that face our globe: universal warming, destruction of the rain forest and depletion of pelagic marine life. In another IMAX murkiness, we would be taken to positive areas around the world and see, first-hand, the kind of destruction and concerns that we should ponder if we want our wonderful to be a better village. Unfortunately, the pic doesn’t do anything of the sort.

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Given the kind of cutesy feel of it (we even get an animated panda perpetual some category of underground lair looking at eco-threats hither the world - yes, this is a trippy film), it’s surprising that there are some 3-D pictures that may be unnerving for kids - like a mammoth octopus, and a stories-long-legged image of describer Walter Cronkite.



The 3-D effect is clearly well-done here and mechanical credits are really the at best aspect that I appreciated. The computer sequences, while edited together speciously at incidentally and often serving little purpose, clearly were right-rendered and looked kindly in 3-D. IMAX filmmakers have been successfully merging cultivation and relief for years, providing looks at places we’ve never been and seeing creatures we may never view up-penny-pinching. This flick chooses to take us nowhere, sparsely showing us a lot of computer animation that, while technically nice, is in no way significant, nor does it really serve to make any of the points that the film is attempting to make. Simply, this is a very weak IMAX smokescreen that, for 50 minutes, not in a million years becomes involving.

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