The Adventures of Tintin is the most action-dense movie ever made. I cannot recall any scene in which someone is not being chased after, or about to fall off a high place. This movie is always on its feet, blasting through set piece after set piece without any emotional connection with the audience.
Steven Spielberg and Peter Jackson are at the helm of Tintin, which guarantees that this flick is technically perfect. The animation, or rather, motion capture, or rather, performance capture, or rather, ultra-realistic-creepy capture looks the best it has ever looked. All the locations in this movie are wonderfully designed and detailed and the various characters look as life-like as can be. I personally don’t mind the whole mo-cap nonsense, but it does get a bit weird after a while.
I don’t understand the plot at all, nor do I care. There is some kind of age-old mystery going on that Tintin (Jamie Bell) has to solve, but I don’t know why he is so willing to risk his life to find out the truth, or even where this boy comes from. He seems to have plenty of detective skills, but yet makes stupid mistakes. To be honest, he should have been dead a long time ago if it wasn’t for Snowy, his dog.
Despite having a story too confusing and unappealing, Tintin contains the old-fashion sense of adventure which action flicks of today try to but fail to achieve. Spielberg’s craft is top-notch, but gone are the days where seeing his name meant that you are about to see something mind-blowing.