What a load of dreadful old tat. I don’t know a lot about very small children, so I’m not quite sure what particular brand of toddler eats this crap up. However, what I do know something about is the associated brand of adults: the type that likes to visit Disney stores and purchase Mickey Mouse mugs in a non-ironic way. The ones who weer-wy wuv Winnie the Pooh and Tigger. The ones who use lots of bloody smilies. :C
These awful, most disgusting of human beings have been psyching themselves up for this for months – believing the hype, avidly staring at the great many trailers, moaning in a semi-orgasmic way at the merchandise. I feel dirty – foully dirty – for joining their ranks this evening. That’s £8.10 I shall never, ever see again. Things I could have spent that £8.10 on:
- Half a Mickey Mouse mug
Don’t get me wrong, I love a ditzy rom-com as much as the next girl, but when it involves cutesy robots inadvertently saving the world, count me out. I know there are lots of amazing special effects, and there’s this bit where the semi-demented ET-a-like floats through the universe touching the pretty stars, but seriously, what a load of cock.