Mouth and I saw "Frankenweenie" tonight. Horrible. Horrible.
Horrible.
The movie ended with a whole theater of kids sobbing - including ME! Stop reading if you don't want a spoiler...
Let me sum up the movie in one paragraph:
A boy's dog died (which was heartbreaking but expected as that was the whole premise of the movie) but the boy brought him back. Fast forward an hour, and all the neighborhood animals that had already DIED were brought back to life by their previous child owners but then DIED again because they came back bad so had to be killed. Then the boy almost DIED and an evil cat was impaled (which was kinda graphic for an animated movie) and it DIED. Then the dog DIED AGAIN (gettin' the theme here yet?) but the boy actually brought him back to life. End of movie.
By the second dog death, I was a mess! I walked out wiping my face with my sleeves and mumbling "That movie sucked! I HATED that movie! Everyone kept DYING!!!" I was shocked Mouth wasn't making fun of me but now that I think about it, it's probably because he was too busy wiping his face as well.
We came home and hugged Ted for 10 minutes.
One out of five stars.
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