Watching hollow, pixelated yet still less wooden than their real world counterpart puppets; stomp through, chew on and spit out every single pop culture aspect of my childhood like a bunch of Wonkaless Willies has got to be one of the most viscerally soul shattering experiences ever.
Shame on you, Steven, shame on you.
This rewatch was frustrating and somewhat infuriating.
Not because the film disappointed, no, it's still as funny and perfectly balanced as ever.
It's because, in over 30 years, the problems kids face because of self-centred adults haven't changed the slightest.
Daughter 1: Daddy, can we watch Frozen?
Me: Sure thing, honey. Does your brother want to watch as well?
Son: What's it about?
Daughter 1: Oh it's about princesses and true love!
Son - blank stare-
Daughter: and there's a snow monster.
Son: Let's roll.
-movie finishes, Daughter 1 is blaring Let it Go at the top of her lungs-
Me: What'd you think, buddy?
-Son gives me a look-
Me: C'mon, wasn't that bad was it?
Son (these are…
