Still not a misunderstood masterpiece, but some great stuff in there.
Minus one star for boasting the worst closing act to a halfway decent movie that I've seen in years.
Minus half a star for inexplicably cutting out a major scene that would help the ending make sense.
Minus half a star for how shamelessly Gaiman's rampant ego somehow creeps into the final scene and finally suffocates everything.
All that said, the rest of this is pretty great.
I don't think this has ever happened to me, but ten minutes after watching Brisgby Bear and thinking back on how lovely it was, I burst into uncontrollable tears on my walk home. Handily one of the most complex and life affirming films of the year and proof that sometimes that the world is not a cold, dead place. It's also dope as shit.