Saw it yesterday. Since I went for the right reasons -- namely, to get some eye candy, which I'm a sucker for --, it didn't disappoint me much -- I got at least one hour and a half of pummeling, pounding, screaming, rat-at-at-ing etc. Some scenes are too bloated, over the top and too long for their own good; the Apatosauri stampede, for instance (complete with a panning sequence following the heroes and the dinosaurs running along a crumbling precipice edge. I was like "oh, just shut up already"). This movie will try to tug at your attention with the subtlety of a gorilla with boxing gloves trying to remix Moby (all the more noticeably in the parts where it's supposed to be serious, heartfelt and deep. Too much close-ups. *Way* too much close-ups). The ape stole the show, I thought. And one word for the squeamish, in whose ranks I squeamishly count myself -- actually, make that five words: giant motherfuck*ng fanged leeches. Guuuh. When the first one slowly rised from the muck, throbbing and quivering, and slowly ejected a three-foot slimy proboscis ending in this rude scolex (eyeless, it felt its way with gentle proddings, until it got hold of a whole human head, then much munching and gulping started), I just curled and tried to burrow deep in my seat. Eek, eek, eek, ewwww...