So, Stardust, then…

Is good. Is not exactly the book, but is very enjoyable. Gervais – thankfully – doesn’t get enough screen time to spoil it, although he does his very best with the limited time available to him. And the even-more-rubbish-than-their-usual-fair track by Take That is very atypical of the soundtrack, which is a definite plus.

The always hawt Ms Danes is bloody good, and superbly hawt; I can can see exactly why I’ve been hearing so many females cursing the getting-on-a-little Ms Pfeiffer recently… For someone of 49 She’s just hawt also.

The fight scenes are champion, the ghosts are grand, the casting is (Gervais excepted) spot on, the spirit of the book translates very well… And yet…

There is only one thing really bothers me, and it’s not even the fault of the film – it’s the fault of an earlier film. The reviewers promised me a worthy successor to The Princess Bride, and no matter how good Stardust is, it’s just not good enough to follow Bride. Which only really causes to underline the greatness of the earlier film, not a reflection on the new one…

… you smell of pee, you look like the wrong end of a dog …