First half feeling: the customary ambivalence at Disney's by-the-brief weirdness. Second: defeated nostalgia for the Nine Old Men's synaesthesic brilliance - I still want a plate of those bread-and-butterflies - taken to peak lucidity by the original prose. Tops on the whole (a nonsense summary from one to another).
"Featuring the creations of JIM HENSON!" I can't read the small font below, but I'll assume it says "for barely an eighth of the runtime". The rest is flashbacks to Hodgson and ur-Alice's real-world encounters, weaved with a 1930s present day of elderly Mrs. Hargreaves accepting a Columbia degree in his honour. The former is buoyed by Holm, staggeringly good as a man socially adrift without benign absurdity. The latter goes hunting for Hargreaves' arc in a traditional love story…