The animation is breathtakingly beautiful, and the story isn't bad at all. But the film is so infused with its own self-importance that it will annoy adults immediately. Hans Zimmer's score is so like his Lion King music that it makes the entire film feel derivative, while Bryan Adams writes and sings a series of painfully bland and obvious pop tunes. And there are also the usual problems of humanising the horses; fortunately they don't talk beyond Spirit's narration, but their facial expressions, neighs and whinnies are almost comical in the way they convey precise dialog. And the horses act like eager puppies blessed with the straight-arrow decency and natural ingenuity of Native Americans. Yes, it's so PC it hurts: Indians good, white man bad. Still, it looks so good that it's worth seeing. Alongside the preposterous set pieces are some amazingly eye-grabbing scenes that push the animated artistry bar still higher.