George Fish

… I am speechless. Most movies you see give you something to take from it, let it be lessons or good feelings. This movie, however, reaped everything good that I have sowed, it has stolen precious time and energy from me that I can never replant. The humor was as stale as white bread left to rot in the Sahara desert, the supposed lessons felt painful and more force fed than anything, and the only way to describe the flavor of this movie in its entirety is boiled, unflavored chicken with sprinkles on top to try and make it look appealing. This movie had left Wonka and Aquaman look better than ever, I have a theory that the making of this movie was just a ploy to get others to watch something else that same day in order to get rid of that mephitic, abhorrent creation called a movie out of our skulls. Leaving the theater was the biggest relief I had ever felt that no migraine or stomach ache could ever leave me feeling more at peace, but the horrors that this movie leaves behind is imbedded in my mind. The only reconciliation I can see after watching this picture film of abominations is rehabilitation, and maybe a lawsuit is to follow to cover the costs of therapy visits that are soon to come. Heed my warnings oh dear grandparents and regular parents, for this movie comes with no warning, but it will leave you feeling emptier than ever and as soulless as the people who work in customer service. Sometimes, it is ok to tell our kids ‘no’ and watch something else. Would not recommend.