I got this in a cereal box for free, which I'm grateful for, but I wish I hadn't watched it. It's everything you'd expect of a modern re-telling of this story with Hollywood comedians and actors. They make the first mistake of having an American Alice attempt a British accent. Secondly, she's had to perform a song, and the story is revealed to be only a result of a dream she's had, like Dorothy. They've penned a couple of wretched, unmemorable songs. A constantly blinking rabbit runs around and seems to have made no contribution. It's cold and lifeless, except for its set design, but it's still not much to look at. It's the Tim Burton excuse of creative style over substance, but Tim Burton movies have something to add.
The actors don't even seem to want to act against the other actors and the camera and costumes ensure you never see them express body language. The camera uses many closeups and quickly cut away from what you want to see, assuming you're already bored, the backgrounds are either blandly digital or miniatures. It's claustrophobic, suffocating and irritating to watch.
Whoopi Goldberg and Martin Short are two examples of inspired casting. Goldberg plays herself as a grinning Chesire cat, Short plays the Mad Hatter as a kind of gay socialite Austin Powers, which I can accept in this rendition but it doesn't totally work. There's no wonder to any of it and all the added-for-tv wacky dialogue just seems to get further and further away from what worked about the book - which was more and it deserves a much better film version. This never came together and when Miranda Richardson was onscreen to play croquet the whole thing just dies and the only thing keeping it going is its set pieces. There was nothing going for this in the first place, so just avoid it.