Babe: Pig in the City

Carries its predecessor's torch into darker, quixotic territories, bursting at the seams with folkloric witticism and hellzapoppin' imagery.

Darker than the original, not for very young kids.

It's George Miller's masterpiece, maybe even the best commercial film of 1998.

Would anyone go for a sequel to The Wizard of Oz that catapulted Dorothy and Toto into the world of Once Were Warriors or Escape From New York?

A sequel that lacks the quiet beauty and subtlety of the original!

“Babe: Pig in the City” is a wonderful family motion picture that touches various topics, but doesn’t live up to the power and overwhelming brilliance of the original.

It's a bracing shot of inspiration: the darker it gets, the more important kindness becomes. It could've been made yesterday.

It's so beautifully designed and everything looks like it's from a storybook.

The audience isn't coddled, and the film doesn't talk down to anyone. We are, all of us, subjects to unbearable emotions, and Pig in the City is a rare film that more or less encompasses all of them.