Steven Spielberg’s ‘The Adventures of Tintin’ plays like it could be a spruced-up, to-the-hilt feature-length episode of ‘The Adventures of Young Indiana Jones’.
Predictably, the movie’s greatest asset is Spielberg’s magical frame, and all the immaculate and ingenious action choreography that fill it. There’s enough visual imagination on display here to fill five movies.
A comparison to Indiana Jones is also apt, though, when pinpointing the film’s greatest weakness. Where so much of the Jones character was deepened and defined by action, Tintin remains a hollow conception from start to finish; an empty vessel from which to move briskly from one set piece to the next. He’s a dud of a lead character.
A few of the supporting cast fare much better, and the heart of the movie belongs to Andy Serkis, who brings a charm, bawdy humor and pathos to his character’s arc.