Finally, a family film where one kid calls another “penis breath”.
I wish movies like this would get made again.
Finally, a family film where one kid calls another “penis breath”.
I wish movies like this would get made again.
Taking 16 ten year olds to a private rented theater made me feel like I was “the fearless hero” but then one of the kids (not mine, natch) ate popcorn off the floor, dropped ice down a kid’s shirt, mooched another kid’s soda, and finished it all off by punching one of the other kids in the face and I was reminded that I too am on my last life.
Listen, tens of thousands of years ago, a tribe of prehistoric men and women laid down their spears and axes, the ones with the rough-hewn stones for blades, and listened intently as the tribe's storyteller worked to dazzle them with his latest tale, one sure to enrich the meaning of their brutal lives. But when he was finished the tribe only stooped in puzzled silence. The storyteller began to clear his throat to explain himself when one blunt tribe-member spoke…