Striking in looks but peculiarly disturbing in tone, the futuristic tale that began as a Kubrick project and finished under writer-director Spielberg is more nightmare than feel-good fantasy.

From Kubrickese to Spielbergian, something got lost in the translation. What could have been a dark but brilliant film drags on until it finds some kind of happy ending

Spielberg's insistence on labouring the Pinocchio resonance becomes extremely jarring, and nostalgia for the wide-eyed charm of his 1982 masterpiece 'E.T.' strengthens as the film staggers to its over-wrought climax.

An apt tribute to Kubrick, blending a fascinating subject with unsettling imagery.

A.I. stands as a work that allows us to see ourselves in the things that we have created. For good or for bad, it is eye opening experience.

A.I. is beguilingly enervated by a terror of its own darkness, a frenzied chase down too many separate rabbit holes in an attempt to escape its troubling implications.

This could have been a great Spielberg movie. This could have been a great Kubrick movie. It is neither.

Though the film is far from perfect, (mainly Spielberg's clunky writing and that final third) merely the attempt to explore true science fiction themes makes A.I. admirable.

Unquestionably worth seeing...

A.I. is not perfect, but see it; if you get tired of sitting, hit the concession stand during the third section.