It comes undone in its clumsy attempts to transform its story into a parable of economic distress.
As is often the case in films like this, Seventh Son is at its weakest when it tries to leaven its brink-of-disaster gravity with a little nerdy humor.
For a movie ultimately about what freaks we all are behind the fronts we build for the sake of normalcy, the apathetically performed The Big Wedding couldn’t possibly be more square.
The film is rigid in its insistence on making the Pevensie children grow up by waging magical battles with fantastic creatures.
Andrew Adamson puts far less energy into moral dilemmas than into an unfunny talking mouse lamely reminiscent of the Shrek director’s Puss in Boots.