Space Jam

Here we have the reliance on special effects, the mixture of cheap moralising and confected mythology that passes for a plot, the triumph of merchandising over art.

Space Jam is nothing if not a product made by men who gauge a film's success by how many soft toys it spawns.

This isn't Looney Tunes, it's Sloppy Tunes.

The movie could have been a gleaming showcase for cartoon wit. Instead it's an 87-minute commercial peddling sainthood for Michael Jordan.

Its timing is blessed. Its audience is guaranteed. Its technique is spectacular. And it has two co-superstars almost universally admired and liked.

Space Jam is, at times, a hoot, especially when it has fun with Michael's less-than-stellar baseball career.

Not even state-of-the-art technology can stop this vanity project turning into a shameless parade of product placement and backslapping -- not to say endless high fives.

Space Jam is quite the ride, and a mostly good one at that, with its insane story, blending of live action and animation, and great soundtrack

It’s a stroke of evil marketing genius.

Imagine a movie with Michael Jordan acting alongside Tweety, Bugs... and a few other Warner Brothers characters. Then imagine paying seven dollars to watch them play basketball. If you can't imagine it, consider yourself blessed and skip this one.