The Adventures of Tintin

Who is Tintin? Is he a boy? Is he a man? Where are his parents? Thankfully, Spielberg doesn’t answer any of these questions as he hurls his audience head first into one chase after another, each more gravity-defying and hair-raising than the last. There’s a motorcycle chase through a town featuring some of the most Wile E. Coyote, high-wirey insane minutes ever conceived for a movie. The 3-D is crisp, the pace is brisk, and the sum of the parts is greater than the whole. I’ve always said Spielberg is an excellent director of sequences, which is abundantly clear in Tintin. But there is a cohesiveness that’s missing, as is subconscious desire of Tintin’s that leaves the emotional core of the movie lacking. It’s still an amazing movie and really worth seeing. (Even though it’s no Rango. But hey, what is?)