Review: Maleficent

I watched Maleficent on a flight from Sydney to Christchurch, so at least half my attention was devoted to the usual "What was that noise? Is that normal? Are we going to die? Why'd I agree to air travel?"  train of thought, and the sound quality of the iPad we hired was just terrible. There's nothing like the roar of static in your ears to accompany the rapturous thrill of a winged girl soaring through the clouds.

But I've seen it now, and naturally I have thoughts.