The staff of the New York office took a much-needed team-building excursion last Friday night and saw Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit. We hadn't been to the movies in about twelve and a half years, although it was still familiar enough from our hazy memories to be a comforting experience.

We have nothing much to say about the film, other than while it doesn't quite rise to the level of "The Wrong Trousers" (surely one of the most satisfying animated short films ever made), it would be churlish to suggest that simply because it hasn't outdone that gem, this fine feature-length farrago is anything but lovely. The puce lower eyelids sported by the bloodthirsty Victor Quartermaine are by themselves a rich source of viewing pleasure. To say nothing of the customarily ingenious array of Goldbergian devices, mutely expressive animalia, and generally beneficient worldview. A restorative of the first order.