An extremely bland film about a little girl who lives in a magical world where people speak in exposition, and everything is computer-generated. I think theres a theme of freedom from repressive authority, but its completely overwhelmed by filmmaker Chris Weitzs love of all things shiny. Weitz also fails to create any dramatic tension, as every moment feels as grand and majestic as the next. Its like listening to the last 30 seconds of Beethovens Ninth Symphony over and over and over again. Added bonus: Nicole Kidmans weirdly paralyzed plastic-surgery face looms hauntingly over many scenes, with bits of pancake makeup flaking off as she tries desperately to act.