Kubo and the Two Strings
There is a real sense of enchantment here—of the importance of memory, of the power of storytelling, of the human condition.
There is a real sense of enchantment here—of the importance of memory, of the power of storytelling, of the human condition.
It’s only better than the two that came before it because it slightly reduces its tendencies of non sequitur and deus ex machina
On a positive note, the info-dumps were slightly less frequent, and for that I am thankful.
After two books, it feels like we should be roughly 300 pages into the first book in a trilogy, not half a million words deep into a fifteen books series.
Time Bandits is whimsical and fantastical, sure, but it has an unsettling undercurrent emanating from the eclectic mind of Gilliam.
It’s a neat enough premise, but so far the series has provided only a shallow frame for a story.
There is simply too much that is objectively bad to outweigh its positive attributes.