dir: Rob Minkoff
Everything you even vaguely remember, and don't even remember that fondly, is going to come back and be made into a movie, probably an animated movie.
Bringing every vaguely shitty thing lurking in the back of your memory back to the forefront is done, primarily, I think, because the stuff is so, so good.
I mean, who doesn't have fond memories of, uh, this annoying boy and his pedantic, pretentious dog?
Perhaps I should have phrased that differently: was anyone wanting this to come back?
I swear, Your Honour, the only reason I saw this is because my daughter asked if we could see it. I thought it would slip through to the keeper this time, as in, it would be one of the kid's flicks I didn't have to pony up and see in the cinemas during the school term / Easter break. At least I didn't have to see it in three dimensions, two being more than enough for this historical extravaganza.
If any part of me wanted to see this, or wanted my daughter to see this, it was that wheezy, whiny part of me that makes excuses for caving in on issues, no matter how important or negligible. Someone mugs me on the train and takes my phone? "Well, it was a shitty phone anyway, and now I can get a new one!"
Fired from my job? "Opportunity to study or spend more time with the family!"
Unjustly convicted of murder? "I can catch up on my reading!"
Sure, I can find a silver lining to every cloud. It's what I do.