Written by Old Bluffer 24th Nov 2005

Hateful, hateful hateful child. Her high pitched girl-screaming cuts through your brain like an an anglegrinder through sheet metal - which would have been soothing mood music by comparison. This alone would be reason enough to have us cheering with glee if she had been slain by aliens.
Even in her quieter moments though, she adds nothing to the soul of a film already bereft of sympathetic characters. Her performance stinks with the ordure of teams of people molding her into being the cutest-little-princess-the-audience-ever-has-seen, but this effort backfires with a vengeance - we truly believe entire auditoriums were sitting watching the screen, willing her to die.
This obviously never happens though, and she spends the whole film revelling in her role as a two-dimensional living prop that needs constant rescuing.