In Melinda's words, "I didn't know that a movie staring a mouse could be bad." Knowing nothing but the movie poster artwork for the movie we expected: rodents; adventure; swashbuckling; something fun and cute. Instead, we got an unengaging plot, a collection of unrealistic characters, a string of almost but not really exciting events, a mouse with amusingly large ears, and an ordinary and unattractive rat. In every way that Ratatouille was cute, heartwarming, compelling, and just the right mix of believable and unlikely, The Tale of Despeareaux wasn't. At several points we questioned whether we should finish the movie, but having rented only one thing last night we didn't have a plan B.
I'm glad to have seen the movie if only to know what it was about and why I wouldn't need to see it again. I'm glad I didn't see it in theaters.