Disney, realising how much the comedy sidekick contributes to a film's success, create a story where almost the entire cast is a comedy sidekick. Charlotte said her favourite character was "The monkey. Or the flying carpet. Or the genie. Actually the parrot was pretty funny too. And I like the tiger." A Disney high point then.
Tits and funny gore with enough likeable moments to make it worthwhile. My favourite of these was a pair of hicks singing "The boy wants his bitch" bluegrass style to a distraught gentleman who is yet to discover that his bitch has been crushed to lumpy soup under a bell.
When the character's 'what happened next' blurbs appeared at the end, I didn't recognise most of their names and had no idea who they were despite having watched them for 90 minutes. It also came as quite a surprise when it revealed the full extent of what had been going on and I thought "Somebody should make a film out of that".
No he doesn't. There's barely 10 minutes of Manhattan footage in this, a film so gobsmackingly shit that it constantly threatens to slide round the back of the spectrum into totally amazing. But c'mon, check the date!
In which the titular Alice potters about a Wonderland revisioned as a series of drab rooms populated with an abundance of Jan Svankmajer's trademark freaked out, stop motion detritus.