It's hard to say exactly who the audience is for this packed-to-the-brim, sci-fi/action-adventure/family romp.
Though it's not director Brad Bird's first retro-futuristic rodeo, Tomorrowland is his most stridently sermonizing.
An aggressively optimistic script admonishes the lazy and irresolute and urges humanity to end war and save the environment; the proselytizing burdens an already onerous plot.
Exhilarating on every level.
Although "Tomorrowland" never runs out of objects or ideas, its supply of dramatic fuel soon springs a leak.
Until its final act, Tomorrowland plays as a lighthearted techno-conspiracy thriller, Men in Black by way of Nancy Drew with the occasional whiff of Philip K. Dick paranoia and Pixarian high concept.
For a while, it doesn't matter that the plot meanders. The story seems like a jigsaw puzzle inviting us to solve it. That's the fun part. However, when the resolution is presented, it underwhelms.
While Tomorrowland's sermonizing left me feeling grumpy... it may well have an entirely different effect on impressionable children.
We like apocalyptic futures, one character says, because they ask nothing of us; Tomorrowland can't quite sell the alternative, but at least it dares to imagine something different.