...is this technically a Christmas movie?
This movie gets worse each time I watch it (this marks the third time I've had the pleasure). The action is sloppily-directed, every element of the production design is either plastic or Sega Dreamcast CG, and the rushed editing makes everything move at a wildebeest-stampede-that-killed-Mufasa pace for the entire duration. The relatively-strong script is the glue that holds it all together, thankfully.
The first two acts are phenomenal, the third isn’t necessarily bad but certainly less compelling than everything introduced and elaborated on before it. It feels resolute for resolution’s sake, rather than an resounding and organic answer to the amazing questions explored throughout.
This film is such a relic of its time in the best possible way.
If this were made today:
-It'd be a stupid miniseries on Netflix with no theatrical release, for people to watch on iPads on their layovers
-The duration would either be halved or doubled
-Every prop and piece of wardrobe would look insanely gaudy with digital cinema cameras
-The score would be Zimmer-esque strings and drums with a bunch of "hihowareya" faux-First Nation chants thrown in