Fantasy adventure in which a young woman seeks vengeance in a futuristic world where large moving cities roam the wilderness.
It rips a few too many pages from familiar playbooks, but when it indulges in its own weirdness this film casts off those heavy caterpillar tracks and soars.
The first book in Philip Reeves's fantasy quartet, directed by Peter Jackson protege Christian Rivers, is struggling to do justice to its many concepts.
Jackson has turned Philip Reeve’s dystopian adventure novel into a tiringly frenetic and derivative fantasy-adventure movie.
This should’ve been so much more than spectacular effects and shouting.
Bloated on its ambition, Mortal Engines bites off more than it can ingest.
Manages to be even duller than The Hobbit.
This Peter Jackson-produced adaptation of Philip Reeve’s YA fantasy series falls way below the mark.
General release. Check local listings for show times.