While there are fun moments, the whole is an odd mix of grotesquerie and cutesiness.

The best Lucas film in 25 years: funny, idiosyncratic, hippy-dippy, packed with creatures and visions worth beholding.

By the time the film's ending upends traditional conventions with its unlikely couplings, you're too distracted to fully appreciate the chutzpah, instead cringing at the opening chords of "Wild Thing."

Takes some simple ideas-beauty is only skin deep and love conquers all-and sprinkles them with fairy dust to create a musical that plays like Moulin Rouge for kids.