ITEM I: I've seen Tintin. A more substantial review is forthcoming once my 3D memories can be rendered to a 2D page. But it's very good.
True, Snowy the dog doesn't talk. True, you can sort of see the seams where three of Herge's original stories - The Crab with the Golden Claws, The Secret of the Unicorn, and Red Rackham's Treasure - have been sewn together to create (deep breath everyone) The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn.
But it looks fairly wondrous in its motion-captured delivery under the expert guidance of producer, our own Peter Jackson, who is once again supporting a young and upcoming director ... Steven something.
And that Andy Serkis, huh? He's been motion-captured to play primates great and small in King Kong and Rise of the Planet of the Apes and now, as Captain Haddock, he's got actual lines again. Which turns out to be a mixed blessing.
The film fairly whizzes along in its many action bits but every time Serkis' whiskey-soaked seafarer has another one of his funny turns the movie stops dead in the water under the weight of motion-captured over-acting. Which has surely got to be a first.