Tomorrowland

It’s a small idea, after all.

I’d like to praise writer-director Brad Bird (Up, Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocal) for attempting to give us an elevated summer action film with ideas and thoughts worth pondering on long after the credits roll. But the ideas never match the initial wonder phase and it just doesn’t add up to a cohesive two-hour film.

What begins with wonder, moves to a convoluted plot and ends with condescending sermonizing and the most anti climatic finale of the year so far.

Even the tone is confusing. I’m not sure if this film was supposed to be the next Back to the Future, San Andreas, Spy Kids, Wall-E or Terminator 2. Actually, I think it shifted across all of these.

On the plus side, the kids acted their parts better than George Clooney who seemed to just be going through the motions. Keep your eye on Britt Robertson; she could be the next Julia Roberts.

Simply put: Like some of the rides at DisneyLand; not for adults. It’s fine for kids who will enjoy the possibilities presented in Tomorrowland, but it’s a solid no for everyone else who should skip this never, never again land.

Award potential: None.

The ten buck review: Not worth ten bucks.