Tangled, review - Telegraph PG cert, 100 min, 3D; dir: Nathan Greno and Byron Howard; starring: Mandy Moore, Zachary Levi Making something fresh out of the Rapunzel story dictated, for starters, a change of title, to something a bit less Teutonic and forbidding. Tangled fits the bill. In the last year or two, we've had Stuck and Buried, but none of those were quite Disney-appropriate predicaments. Still, shucking off the name formula of Mouse House films since 1937 - "Proper Noun," or "The Noun and the Other Noun" - feels like a subtly radical step in itself. We're reminded that each new Disney film is a makeover, these days, a move with the times. What's disarming about Tangled, underneath the 3D and the savvy sense of humour and the bedazzled girly-girl appeal, is how traditional it actually remains, a romance with songs, and none of them thankfully sung by animals. It would have been a grave mistake for Disney to ape the snarkiness of Shrek towards its own fairytale legacy. The entire premise is instead gently ironised: Rapunzel (voiced by Mandy Moore) is a frustrated teenager up in her tower, having to tolerate the laughing, faux-loving tyranny of the witch she thinks is her mother. Along comes Flynn Rider (Zachary Levi), a dashing if vain bandit, whom she detains and generally bamboozles with her hair, setting us up for an opposites-attract love story that clicks just perfectly. The 3D visuals are a slight snag, if only because they lack the style and character of Disney's recent 2D effort The Princess and the Frog, and the serviceable songs, by Alan Menken and Glenn Slater, are only OK - there's nothing you want to whistle on the way home. The supporting characters - an overzealous king's-guard horse called Maximus, and a shy chameleon who looks after Rapunzel - keep getting you back on the film's side. Best of all are the Julie-Andrews-on-stimulants vocal stylings of Broadway star Donna Murphy, who makes Mother Gothel into a memorable manipulative diva, all false jokes and ensnaring tenderness.