
Directed by Steven Spielberg, produced by Peter Jackson and co-written by Stephan Moffat and Edgar Wright, this movie comes loaded with pedigree. That combination of talent surely has to add up to something extraordinary. Or so you'd think. While there are some moments of entertainment in The Adventures of Tintin and lots of sound and spectacle, it never adds up to anything all that great.
Tintin is a character from a Belgian comic strip first created in 1929. Well known in Europe, he is virtually unknown in the United States, which explains why this movie was released two months earlier there and we're just now seeing it. Those familiar with the strip, comics, books and other media that the character has appeared in will surely get a bigger kick out of seeing these characters and situations come to life than someone like me who had no idea who any of these people were. It is such a European story that I wonder why an American director (even one of Spielberg's stature) was chosen to direct it anyway.
The story follows Tintin, a youthful reporter in England (the country is never named, but pounds are the currency, the actors are all English and Scotland Yard gets a mention) in what appears to be the 1930s. In an adventure that Indiana Jones wouldn't feel out of place in, Tintin and his dog Snowy end up on the hunt for a lost pirate treasure. He teams up with Captain Haddock, a drunken ship's captain voiced by Andy Serkis, who is the descendant of the pirate who lost the treasure. Tintin wants the story and Haddock wants the gold. They're opposed by the evil Sakharine (Daniel Craig), who's also after the treasure.
All of the ingredients seem to be in place for a rollicking good time, so why then did I find myself actually bored during it? I blame a couple of things.
First, the quest isn't all that important. "We've got to get there first," Tintin declares at one point in a very serious voice. My question was, "Or what?" No one would die. Captain Haddock, who isn't the type of guy you'd want to entrust a large amount of money to anyway, just wouldn't get his money and Tintin wouldn't' get a story.
The other thing that undercut the tension is the animation. There are a few amazing sequences, but because they're animated they're not all that impressive and I was never worried about the computer generated characters getting killed or injured. Tintin whips along on a motorcycle in the film's climax and it disintegrates beneath him and he ends up dangling by the handlebars along a clothes line in a sequence that would have been impressive had it been performed by a live actor, but which ends up looking like something out of a video game here.
It is the movie's lighter moments that I enjoyed the most. The dog Snowy is a scene stealer and often times the brains in the group. Drunken Captain Haddock provides the most comic relief and the most genuine laughs. The bumbling detectives Thompson and Thompson (voiced by Simon Pegg and Nick Frost) aren't as funny as they should be however, although the small children in the audience seemed to enjoy them.
Maybe I was just the wrong audience for this movie. I'm perfectly willing to accept that. Maybe the very young or those familiar with the source material will enjoy it more. Personally I was left completely unaffected by it and was left in zero anticipation for the sequel that the ending hints at.


















