That's too bad. Tom McCarthy says
the Tintin movie sucks.
Perhaps this movie will be studied, in years to come, as a Žižekian example of a dominant ideology's capacity to recuperate its own negation, or something along those lines. For now, we just have to wonder how Spielberg went so wrong, or if he was in fact involved at all: so badly put together is this film that it's easier, and perhaps more comforting, to imagine a semi-simian marketing committee writing and producing it under the banner of his name. If your children love the Tintin books – or, more to the point, if they have an ounce of intelligence or imagination in their bodies – don't take them to see this truly execrable offering.
Still, it's got to be better than Le Mystere de la Toison D'or
(1961) and Les Oranges Bleues
(1964). But will be worse than Lake of Sharks