I couldn’t sleep and so thought I would do something far more productive and watch The Tigger Movie.
Tigger is a menace to society. In the first five minutes alone he threatens the narrator, assaults Pooh and Piglet before obliterating Eeyore’s house AGAIN. He must be stopped. I recommend the hundred acre wood take immediate action in neutralising this threat.
The most geographically confusing film of all time.
How did Jack walk to the weird holiday tree circle? Where would the Halloween door take him, does it teleport people? Why are there two random graves connected to each other? How did Jack know they were connected? Why is this actually going to keep me up all night?
I think Walt Disney was missing a trick not taking her on the Matternhorn Bobsleds, I’m sure she would have enjoyed that far more…
Wouldn’t it be easier if the villain didn’t intentionally leave clues to his dastardly plot? Couldn’t he have gone for something like Genesis 9:29 and send Dear Mr Cruise on a wild goose chase?
After my lifelong battle with one "Mrs Doubtfire", this film felt like an out of body experience which is not entirely helped by the ad for Mrs Doubtfire The Musical appearing in the corner of the screen as I write this. A great film regardless.
I’ve finally made it to the end of the Disney Animation Wartime Era….
I don’t know if it was the joy of finally reaching the end or how low my expectations were going in….but this one was alright…
I aspire to be Mr Toad. 🐸
There was a small fragment of a plastic spoon on my desk from a previous lecture that I nearly used to commit an atrocity multiple times during this film.
The Cat in the Hat is one of Hollywood's greatest entries in the experimental horror genre. This film is undeniably a cult classic and is rightfully adored by generations of film lovers. The Cat in the Hat sparks joy within it's viewers in a way that no other picture has been able to replicate since.
The opening credits sequence is a masterclass in book to film adaptation, perfectly capturing the style and feel of the original classic. As with all…
As the renowned playwright William Shakespeare once wrote: "Happiness, Happiness, wherefore art thou Happiness?"
I believe this film has finally broken me. I am numb to the sensation I once called joy. This motion picture brought me forth into pastures new—pastures I wish never to return to.
I compiled a list of my emotions during the film, and they are as follows:
Confusion, disappointment, sadness, anguish, distress, terror, rage, upset, aghast, frightened, alarmed, terrorized, petrified, dazed, numb, miserable, downcast, and…
Having watched this film, I can confirm that it was not fun, nor fancy, nor particularly freeing.
Shockingly this is only the first of these films I have fallen asleep in which may have actually boosted my rating of it. The marionette's were deeply disturbing. Not exactly the sight I want to be greeted by after a nap...
I now know that I really don't want to have a harp protruding from my back as that seems quite painful.