An Active3D Review: Tinkerbell: Secret of the Wings
Rating: * (out of 5)
Since Uncle Walt went up to that great big DisneyWorld in the sky, his company – like the rest of Hollywood – seems to have lost much of its creative spirit, seeking refuge in the sequel and spin-off market.
Instead of leaving the classic Disney pictures sacrosanct, they’ve mined them for all they’re worth, and, in so doing, have departed from the spirit of those stories and characters.
This latest venture is a gobsmacking example of the above. Tinkerbell, you may remember, didn’t speak in Peter Pan, the tale that gave her character life. Now, she’s not only completely out of Peter Pan’s world, but she speaks like an American teenager, and has undergone a whole character change. She’s apparently veered off in this direction before, but it’s been in direct-to-video releases from which my gaze was spared. Because this is a theatrical 3-D release, however (at least in South Africa, if not necessarily around the globe), I have had to be exposed to this awful, new-generational Tinkerbell. If I had to draw an analogy: compare a quaint mom-and-pop candy store in the countryside, to a sterile, brashly-lit designer clothing store in a mall.
We’re served up a yarn about summer fairies and winter fairies, with the inhabitants of each world being banned from entering one’s another’s turf… And then it takes a soap-opera-esque turn *** SPOILER ALERT *** when we find out that Tinkerbell has a sibling from an illicit affair (it’s couched in more polite terms, but that’s pretty-much what it is).
It’s all too horrible. I kept thinking, “but this isn’t the Tinkerbell that we know and love”. And yet, it persisted, as if to spite me and all my childhood memories. This sorry matter would’ve been a lot more palatable had it been about another fairy; a new character altogether – call her Twinkle-Toes, or whatever. Of course, that still wouldn’t have compensated for the corner-cutting animation that the great Disney would never have condoned, or the lacklustre script – but at least it could’ve been some kind of Saturday morning diversion for mums and tiny daughters. As it stands, it’s little more than three-dimensional sacrilege.