I don't remember the last time I saw actors more dispirited and bored than in Alice Through the Looking Glass.
It's an achievement of sorts, but it's worlds away from the poignant lunacy of the Lewis Carroll books.
A solid kids' movie in the old style. One with something to say about something real - family and time- and a willingness to admit consequences, even as it serves up goofy humor, mild thrills, and slippy-slidey accents from slumming stars.
This sprawling tale trades yet again on cultural affection for Alice, the Hatter and the Red Queen without incorporating them into a story or a design that can stand on its own feet.
Burton had the right idea sitting this one out; one trip to "Wonderland" was plenty.
As Lewis Carroll should have said: Efficiency is no substitute for enchantment.
Alice, of Alice in Wonderland fame, is dead to me now. Alice Through the Looking Glass has killed her off as a viable character for a movie.
J. R. Jones
Children go to Lewis Carroll in search of lunacy. But this soulless Disney contraption, a sequel to Tim Burton's hit Alice in Wonderland, instead offers child-psyche self-pity.
A whimsy-free business, in Wonderland, of all places! There could be no more ironic stand-in for today's franchise-mad movie marketplace, here to lop the heads off any and all creative personnel.