Thomas Garvey – Google

I went with my son and daughter expecting something entertaining and clever. What I got was an example of when feminism becomes misandry. My kids were asked to watch a very colourful tale of why boys are bad and girls are sad. Why couldn't Barbie have seen how the two different worlds we're both oppressive of one of the sexes and made her world more equal in the hope it will help to change ours. Instead we had America Ferrara rant about how hard it is to be a woman to female dolls that for decades had been oppressors themselves. Fine, bad film, heyho - but what pissed me off is that my kids were being introduced to these opinions at an age when they are at their most optimistic, and just confused them and made them feel sad

This is the play, not the book. A story set in a world you don't understand, characters that live using rules that are unknown, with a conclusion that leaves you with almost nothing. Is it allegory, were we supposed to understand something about the boy and his family, who knows. You are just left with a series of visual effects that are occasionally delightful, but as they don't explain who and what these supernatural people are it ultimately has no meaning. Understanding is a prerequisite to entertainment and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. The last thing that happens in the play is a big yawn, literally.