This is the kind of film that makes you wonder if they've forgotten how to make films. It's a Saturday morning cinema-style sort of story about kids who find the end of the rainbow and are sucked into it. The special effects involved in this are so basic that a laugh rather than excitement is the only emotion you'll muster. Nothing interesting happens while they're there, except that the eldest of the kids steals some of the bow's suspended gold rhomboid, as a result of which the world goes to pot. Deprived of colour and therefore oxygen, its atmosphere provokes depression and rioting, effects achieved without finesse or flair: you could get the same effect by turning down the colour on your TV. The kids are poor, or annoying, or both, while Bob Hoskins's direction lacks any pace or imagination. Childish wonderment in all this is entirely missed: childlike boredom is the likely result.

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