Great great movie always get chills from the music and when he first uses the bike. Love the atmosphere of Sam Flynn's life and how much love he has for his father at the end of the movie. Fantastic message in the movie where we as people think things are important in our life such as work or possessions but nothing is more important then family ?.

Late in the game sequel is probably one of the most under rated film of the year. Blame it on the over whelming spectacle which swamps the wonderfully layered story.

The plot of the film has Flynn (Jeff Bridges) long missing from the real world. His son is tricked into going back to father's arcade where he is sucked into The Grid. There he meets CLU, the program his father created to run the Grid who wants cross over into the real world.

A couple of things off the bat: First Daft Punk's score is probably the best of the year. Its an organic part of the film which is as vital as everything else. The film works as well as it does because of the music. Had it not been a worthy successor to Wendy Carlos' original score the film would have collapsed completely.

Secondly you have to get past the opening bit which, while good, is typical corporate nonsense. However once the film gets into the Grid it goes like gangbusters.

Actually the film is two films. Its the big spectacle with the disc fights, speeders and other sights from the first film. The visuals are amazing, actually to the point where they overwhelm the story. The film feels it has to have a disc fight and speeder chase and all of the required bits which effective stop the film while they play on the updated nostalgia card.

The second film is the one at the heart of the film. Its the film that deals with father son relationships, with the notions of god and the universe,what it means to be alive, the question of Zen in action vs Action and a few other things you'll have to find for yourself. Its a deeply philosophical film, especially when you consider the state of most Hollywood spectacles.

Frankly I love the film a great deal.

However I have to admit that I saw the film on a small screen, the smallest screen possible in my area, with out IMAX or 3D. With out the scope of the truly big screen I was forced to focus on the story and I think I was better for it.

WHile not quite one of the best films of the year, it is one of the more special ones, especially if you can look past the visuals

Unfortunately, I came to TRON: LEGACY predisposed to dislike it, as I saw the first TRON last year and I didn't like that either. Maybe if I saw it as a kid in the 1980s I would have liked it more, but it just felt cheesy and horribly dated. TRON: LEGACY offers more of the same with updated and more impressive CGI graphics, but it's equally soulless.

The problem with this film (and its predecessor) is a simple one: it's no fun watching other people play computer games. Playing yourself is fine, yeah - if you were the protagonist in this you'd be having a ball - but watching someone else? There's no fun. No danger, no excitement, just lots of endless chase and fight sequences all augmented by plentiful computer graphics. The graphics are pretty but soon become uninteresting, and the film gradually gets worse and worse as it goes on, only to end in the most perfunctory and unsurprising way imaginable.

Garrett Hedlund's protagonist is underwritten and the actor struggles to bring life to it, although Olivia Wilde isn't bad as the eye candy. As for Jeff Bridges, well, he's Jeff Bridges, and he's Jeff Bridges more often than not these days. His older character is okay, but the young, evil version of him is just a mildly impressive computer graphic with dead eyes; attempts to engage with him as a proper character fall flat. James Frain and Michael Sheen are unrecognisable beneath heavy makeup and both overact.

If you're a fan of CGI action, then you might just enjoy TRON: LEGACY. There are bloodless fights galore, people exploding into glass, and some cool-looking aerial combat. But after about an hour, I realised I'd had enough. The story quickly becomes as monotonous as the Daft Punk soundtrack, and once more I was left feeling dejected at the way Hollywood has once more pandered to the whims of its teenage boy audience.