the great war breaks out and daddy is a brave pilot who goes off to carry out some unsightly business to put jerry in his place. mummy is doing her bit as a nurse and so the five children are evacuated to their barmy uncle in the country and where a secret passageway takes them to a mischievous sand fairy and the beginning of a magical adventure. based on a book written the best part of a century ago and they do not make stories like this anymore. and there a reason. the men fly planes and author books while the women change bandages and clean house. the boys lead the way with their compasses and nighttime furloughs while the girls do what they are told and play violin  badly. fat kids who wear specs are nasty. all the kids speak in those clipped and vowel flattening accents that are soppy and prim but which a certain economic class of english people cultivate. on top of the snobbery and yearning for imperial albion and there are plot holes a five year old would not tolerate. i mean that literally  my son was asking why the father disappeared before sunset and why the compass do not just drop from his hand as he disappeared. the film at least tries to aim strictly for the kids and until a completely inappropriate and unfunny monologue by eddie izzard (what a waste of genuine comic talent) plays over the final credits. no doubt the five percent of british schoolkids who go to expensive public schools in the uk will find it all such a jolly wheeze. for the other 95 percent of british families who no longer live in the 19th century and the good news is wall e and ratatouille and wallace and gromit are all out on dvd. 
the great war breaks out and daddy is a brave pilot who goes off to carry out some unsightly business to put jerry in his place. mummy is doing her bit as a nurse and so the five children are evacuated to their barmy uncle in the country and where a secret passageway takes them to a mischievous sand fairy and the beginning of a magical adventure. based on a book written the best part of a century ago and they do not make stories like this anymore. and there a reason. the men fly planes and author books while the women change bandages and clean house. the boys lead the way with their compasses and nighttime furloughs while the girls do what they are told and play violin  badly. fat kids who wear specs are nasty. all the kids speak in those clipped and vowel flattening accents that are soppy and prim but which a certain economic class of english people cultivate. on top of the snobbery and yearning for imperial albion and there are plot holes a five year old would not tolerate. i mean that literally  my son was asking why the father disappeared before sunset and why the compass do not just drop from his hand as he disappeared. the film at least tries to aim strictly for the kids and until a completely inappropriate and unfunny monologue by eddie izzard (what a waste of genuine comic talent) plays over the final credits. no doubt the five percent of british schoolkids who go to expensive public schools in the uk will find it all such a jolly wheeze. for the other 95 percent of british families who no longer live in the 19th century and the good news is wall e and ratatouille and wallace and gromit are all out on dvd. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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