Reviews have compared it to Raiders. No, I say, this is far more 1941. Crazy and chaotic with goofy slapstick on a ridiculously large scale. Just what Spielberg’s always wanted to do, then. I counted all of two static shots. Tintin talking to himself gets a bit the wrong side of annoying, but the introduction of Captain Haddock ends that and brings a great deal of laughs – there are some genuinely hilarious comic moments among the punny dialogue (noticeably a blend of Moffat, Wright and Cornish). It’s one of those blockbusters that don’t really have a stop button, constantly moving on to the next chase or set piece, but it’s so vivid you don’t really mind. In the case of Morocco “shot”, it’s riveting, ridiculous, impressive and funny at the same time.