It jostles along an action-packed 94 minutes that look and feel no different from the titles upon which it's based.
The repetition didn't bother me. I just was hoping we'd get some new twists and more original storytelling this time around.
There's a fair amount to appreciate about "Ratchet & Clank," especially its desire to send up the genre conventions at play here. It's a shame, then, that the movie ultimately finds itself becoming so conventional.
Feels like watching four episodes of a Saturday morning cartoon mashed into a feature-length film.
Children will be entertained, and parents won't regret tagging along.
Core fans used to the duo's style and humor will be pleased, others need not press start.
My 8-year-old loved it. But he would eat dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets for every meal if I let him, so let's not consider his opinion.
Small fry will learn an important lesson taking in the recycled storylines of "Ratchet & Clank": Like nearly all recycling, it's garbage.
It's a story set in space. Where all you can hear is the screaming. And screeching.