“Has Disney ran out of metaphors for inner strength?” “What makes Keira Knightley quiver all over?” “Is Matthew MacFadyen’s character really just Tom from Succession tripping on acid?”
The Nutcracker answers all these burning questions, and then some. Yeah, it’s bad, like ridiculously bad. But I’ll be damned if it isn’t a goddamn delight to look at.
Unnaturally theatrical. Everyone moves and talks like they're a CGI--Polar Express' CGI. The movie trying so hard to be inspirational and oh-so-magical, yet it's just empty and fake... But, I don't know, maybe some 5 year old kid in somewhere do get emboldened because of this stuffs. Well, congrats kiddo.
I know I should hate it. It's a terrible premise, marred by odd (Knightley) or wooden (the Nutcracker) acting but it's a guilty pleasure. Mainly because of the sheer beauty of the visuals, from the lighting to the costume design. Barely a moment goes by without something interesting. Extra star for the ballet scene, an old-fashioned art utilised for exposition purposes. It hints at a better, stranger film.