Delightful visuals, combined with a cloyingly overblown, but nonetheless lively score by Aaron Zigman sustain a moderate degree of entertainment value, while capturing a sense of wonderment, though not quite with as much genuineness as the convincing performances. Now, certain special effects are not all that special, with only a few being expansive, but most every visual effect, whether it be minimal or grandly well-crated, boasts a creativity that blends it into the context of fantasy themes with a lot of color. Well, sure enough, this film is cheesy something fierce, and woah boy, that is far from its only problem, although I must give credit where it is due. Shoot, maybe I'm just worried because you know that a coming-of-age drama with prominent fantasy elements is just begging to be cheesed up by the usual subtlety issues of Neal Morse-I mean, Disney (I've got Transatlantic stuck in my head, so after this review, I might need to go take, oh, say, an hour or so to listen to one of their songs).

I don't know, but when I find a fantasy film by Disney, I'm expecting something a little more exciting than a thoughtful meditation on how the friendship between and imaginations of two eccentric youths play an instrumental factor in their coming of age and finding paths in lives. Stretches to try and associate my ramblings about Transatlantic with this a discussion about this film aside (I hear director Gábor Csupó is a big Frank Zappa fan, so I'm sure he appreciates the promotion of cheesy progressive rock), at least when 'The Chronicles of Narnia' dragged, it eventually ended up to some exciting intensity. Oh, whether the lyric be super corny or not, Neal Morse does enough damage with his cheesy vocals, but boy, he knows how to prog rock on a keyboard, and that kind of flare is worth waiting for, something that I kind of wish I could say about this film. or something.' You folks probably have no idea what I was referencing, because it's hard to promote talent in the modern music industry, but make no mistake, I did just effectively butcher one of Transatlantic's less cheesily written ballads. 'One day, a child and an angel stood on either side of a magic river that there was no crossing, but as they tried, the water began to rise then they raised their eyes, and as the river fell away, they built a bridge.

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