Indulges in drawn-out hokum.

The artificiality is pronounced to a distracting degree -- sets don’t look like magical, off-kilter locations in Scotland but merely like sets.

Chockablock with clean, crisp and thoughtful choreography, a nice balance of swoon and sorrow, and a solid mixture of light supernaturalism and weighty existentialism.

…aside from the vague tartan gift-shop theme, some musical motifs and a bit of sword-dancing, there’s actually not much Scottish about Brigadoon at all...Minnelli’s film seems so completely and blandly romanticised as to have no local colour at all…