Well I suppose it was a case of going from the sublime to the ridiculous watching the Scooby Doo movie so soon after Spielberg's Minority Report. And let's not be mealy-mouthed about this, Scooby Doo is a ridiculous film. Not necessarily a bad movie as such and by no means anywhere near the worst film ever made like some advanced reviews have suggested, but completely ridiculous in its own bold, colourful, riotous manner. Even the idea of a live-action Scooby Doo film is pretty bizarre when you think about it, but given the rather anal fascination us baby-boomers have with our television of yesteryear, it's proving a licence to print money.

I'm not sure whether it's a film I'd recommend as such but I chuckled out loud about a dozen times through the ninety or so minutes, and the funniest bit was a fart gag, which tells you pretty much all you need to know I guess. Matthew Lillard so successfully captures the vocal tones of Shaggy that internet rumours are already circulating that he received some ...um...technical help and although the CGI Scooby didn't look quite right to me, again vocally it was spot-on and the best bits of the movie (as they should be) were between these two characters.

The film's main problems were the story (which was all over the place) and the rather awkward juxtaposition between the slapstick scenes and the strained attempts at post-modern 'knowing' humour. And I guess there'll be a cross-gender divide over the camerawork's regular skydives down Sarah Michelle Gellar's increasingly plunging necklines and the general fascination with her 'aerobicised booty'.

Make no bones about it, Scooby Doo is a bit of a mangy mongrel, but it's oddly likeable all the same.