Deborah Ross

Reviewing this film is like reviewing a whoopee cushion. It’s not here to make us think. It just wants to make us happy

The original wasn’t noisy CGI mayhem with nothing else going for it. Like this is

Each of these films is dumber than the last, it could go on forever

The production values are high and all the enchanted animals are cute, but where are the jokes?

Mad About the Boy sharply marries the contemporary with the age-old