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What a crock! The review, that is. I saw the film yesterday with my three-year-old grandson. I managed, maybe, a half-dozen genuine laughs, my grandson about half that. Nobody else in the theater, who were of every age, was laughing much either.
To be sure, the film is visually stunning. And yes, it has more than a bit of wit about it, especially the take-offs on King Kong and some of the classic horror flicks, assuming that one is old enough and cinema-savvy enough to get the allusions. But it just isn’t very funny. And much of what humor is there is lost on people below a certain age, and on anybody who doesn’t have an understanding of the stereotype about the British passion for gardening.p>On the whole, the movie made me wish that Chuck Jones could be brought back from the dead and start once again producing Looney Tunes cartoons. br> — Chuck Vail /p>
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?
H/T to National Review Online