One of Our Dinosaurs Is Missing

A delight: old pro Stevenson invests a sketchy story with the same flair for mysterious smoky visuals he brought to the neglected Bedknobs and Broomsticks and to Jane Eyre twenty-seven years earlier. This is a further Disney return to the picturesque England of fog, milords and crimped nannies, with every foreigner a villain - it's the Chinese this time, led by Peter Ustinov, who turns a straightforward part into an acting showcase. The English cast, too, bats right down in a way happily reminiscent of Ealing comedy. Given all these assets, the plot hardly matters.