It’s an overcast, slightly gloomy day here, so I did what I typically do and drug Rick off to the movies for a little escapism. We went to see Christopher Robin, and please, do not think for an instant that that wonderful, original movie inspired this rant. It was warm, well written, and filled with joy and thoughtfulness, Ewan McGregor earnestness wrapped in a Pooh bear, and I recommend it highly.
No, what’s inspiring this rant are all the previews and pre-show material that came before Christopher Robin. Live action Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast (which I purposefully avoided)- vapid, overly glittery reductions of classics that finally drove me to taking out my book and reading in disgust. Honestly, the straight to video Disney sequels struck me as less of an evil cash grab than this.. this.. glorification of princess culture to a new generation… feh!
And then.. the true evil arrived. Benadryl Cucamonga is dead to me, Dr. Strange and Sherlock notwithstanding. He has committed the foulest evil since Jim Carey put on the Grinch suit and gave us back the measels.
He’s voicing the new Grinch movie. A movie that explains the Grinch.
Fuck this, fuck off, fuck no.
There is only one Grinch on celluloid, and it was created by Chuck Jones. Anything else is a complete waste of time. We need a two hour movie about the Grinch’s motivations like we need three fucking Hobbit movies.
OH RIGHT THEY DID THAT ANYWAY TOO THE FUCKING GREEDY BITCHES.
/cough Where was I?
As I pointed out in another conversation, my options for coping are somewhat limited as a consumer. I can refuse to consume it, and I can speak and write of it scathingly.
Welcome to scathing. /rude Benadryl Cucamonga /rude estate of Seuss
Won’t someone please think of the children and just say no?
Curiouser and Curiouser 