Alice in Wonderland was every bit the visual spectacle I hoped it would be. Too bad that the story was a bit on the bland side, with Alice's size alterations more of an excuse to change wardrobe than anything else. But that aside, the references to the books were all there, and I assume that I must have giggled at least thrice as much as the rest of the theater at every little detail. When Hatter started to recite three verses of Jabberwocky in his wee sco'ish accent.
Now to see it a couple of more times before it comes out on DVD.
