Here is a trailer
http://youtu.be/GZ0Bey4YUGI
Synopsis
Sophie (Ruby Barnhill) befriends a friendly giant named the BFG (Mark Rylance) as they set out on an adventure to capture the evil, man-eating giants who have been invading the human world.
Reviews
Still, there are a number of compelling moments to compensate for the lesser story. Sophie's trip with the BFG to dream country, which lies beneath a shimmering lake filled with shimmering neon embers, has a phantasmagoric quality that elevates the narrative to appropriately magical heights. The digital wizardry contributes to a unique world that's both visibly artificial and hyperreal. These days, however, impressive effects are such a given see the similarly convincing giants of the comparatively DIY Norwegian thriller "Trollhunter" that "The BFG" can't mask its slight touch with digital finesse.
Of course, Spielberg remains the preeminent classical Hollywood storyteller our times, whose ability to create astonishing moments surfaces in every carefully enacted camera movement. Visually alluring in every frame, "The BFG" proves that he's at the height of his powers even when the material doesn't soar on quite the same level.
http://www.indiewire.com/article/the-bfg-review-cannes-2016-steven-spielberg-mark-rylance
Rather, the film represents the director in a more pensive, even philosophical vein, less interested in propulsive cinema and more reflective about what would seem to mean the most to himdreams, and the ability to make them come true. This is what The BFG is about but, unfortunately, that is basically all its about and by a considerable measure too explicitly and single-mindedly so.
http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/review/bfg-cannes-review-894036
These are hardly the comparisons Spielberg might be aiming for with what is clearly designed to be a late-career classic, though enlisting the Queens assistance is about as far as one can get from the problematic last act of E.T. which is not to say that watching Her Majesty rip whizzpoppers is necessarily a better solution. By this point in their collaboration, Spielberg and d.p. Janusz Kaminski have arrived at lighting and framing their footage in such a way that it feels downright authoritative, as if no better vantage could be had on the moment in question. Here, that quality allows Barnhill (who looks like a less-precious version of Matilda star Mara Wilson) and the virtual Rylance to convincingly coexist, especially on the gorgeous emerald-green steppes of Giant Country, where Spielberg invites us to believe our eyes.
http://variety.com/2016/film/reviews/the-bfg-review-steven-spielberg-1201774476/
Its Spielbergs first collaboration with the late screenwriter Melissa Mathison since E.T. The Extra Terrestrial, which also premiered here 34 years ago, but its also arguably his first live-action family film since Jurassic Park. Fans of that world-famous imagination will hope he has a few more of that caliber left in the tank. All that said, its in no way a difficult watch, and this should come as a relief to many we will all be seeing this thing for Christmases ad infinitum. It simply fails to be the sum of its many decorated parts.
https://thefilmstage.com/reviews/cannes-review-the-bfg/
The film picks up a little momentum late in the game when the Queen of England gets involved (dont ask how, or expect it to make much sense), leading to a scene of farting corgis that has to count as some kind of perverse highlight.
The applause was warm after the screening but then, the film screened in front of an audience that cheered all of the company credits at the beginning of the film, behavior more expected of invited premiere guests than cynical reporters.
But the Spielberg brand still carries weight, and in Cannes the director did a reasonable job of showing why. If only The BFG was as memorable as the BFG.
https://www.thewrap.com/the-bfg-can...ahl-have-a-great-character-not-a-great-movie/
The film theoretically picks up when it moves on to Buckingham Palace and to an audience with the Queen, where we get some decent laughs particularly in a big set piece involving the giant having breakfast with the queens retinue, a scene punctuated by a series of massive farts (all straight out of Dahl, Im told). But while Spielberg is an expert at offhand humor throwaway lines, background slapstick, deadpan undercutting of suspense hes on less-secure footing with big comic sequences. He treats them like action scenes: Theyre all build, anticipation, and climax, with little room left for unpredictability, charm, or freedom. Kids may well dig it. (Hell, my kid may well dig it.) But for me, The BFG was all anticipation of a different kind, leading to a massive letdown.
http://www.villagevoice.com/film/a-small-sigh-for-the-bfg-the-spielberg-letdown-at-cannes-8623353
Which brings me back to the little nap I almost took about 30 minutes into the film. Im glad I was ultimately able to stay awake, because there are small pleasures sprinkled throughout The BFG. But I was hoping that a Spielberg adaptation of Roald Dahl would excite and transport me, not lull me to almost-sleep. I guess that means The BFG does its most literal job as a bedtime story. (That Mark Rylance, with all his wibbling about with the giants peculiar way of speaking, is just so soothing!) But I was hoping for a grander adventure. Something, well, a bit bigger.
http://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2016/05/the-bfg-cannes-review
As usual, lock if old