Last night we watched Stardust. I quite liked the book by Neil Gaiman, so I had been looking forward to this one. It was passable entertainment, but a lacklustre musical score and a very out of place Robert DeNiro weigh the picture down. It has a lot of whimsical little touches, like a prince that literally bleeds blue, but it's quite a predictable ride. The best thing about the movie is Michelle Pfieffer as the bad witch. She digs into her role with relish, not to mention mustard and ketchup. Unfortunately, nobody else can keep up, and Claire Danes, DeNiro and whatever that kid's name who played Tristran all seem to sleepwalk through their respective roles by comparison.
The effects are passable, but nothing extraordinary. It's amazing how quickly we become blase to effects. 10 years ago this film would have looked amazing, now it's rather mere.
Unfortunately, there's only enough dust here to make about 2 and a half stars.