The music is a tad too 'epic', Tintin himself looks disturbingly like Tilda Swinton and we don't get to see Captain Haddock or Professor Calculus just yet, but dash it all, this is Steven Spielberg's Tintin, and we can't possibly wait.
The first shot we see, of an antique- cluttered room lit only by a hesitant beam of torchlight, looks so real it's hard not to imagine the promised motion-capture extravaganza has a live-action prologue. It doesn't; it just looks startlingly real (and the dim lighting helps). If reality was a cartoon, that is. Not quite animation and not quite, well, not, this is a surreal middle ground that looks lush and beautiful and quite stunning, really.
Snowy looks perfect, the model Unicorn just as it did in the comics, as does Haddock's vile First Mate Alan. And a rainy street Tintin runs out to, firing at a blue car disappearing into the night, just makes this wait -- this crazy wait for a groundbreaking film we can't correctly anticipate just yet -- well worth it.
As do the names of blockbuster-makers Steven Spielberg and Peter Jackson. I just hope they tone John Williams down a tad.
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