I give up. I throw up my hands and I give up. It’s like I just discovered that I’m a Cylon except like a really, really wimpy one. After being beaten to a pulp by EDEN LAKE, then being misled and thrown for a loop by BABYSITTER WANTED, I was ready to just watch a normal movie with no surprises or hidden agendas. I was off to a good start because BURNT OFFERINGS was on cable this past weekend and I dutifully watched it twice. No surprises there; the chimney falls on the kid’s head every time! So far so good, but this morning when I was flipping channels I got zoomed yet again when I decided watching THE BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA would be a good idea.
Hey, it’s just a couple kids building a tree house and making up an elaborate fantasy world in the forest, what could go wrong?
Cut to an hour and a half later when your Unkle Lancifer is a sniveling pile of goo. I can’t take it anymore! If there had been a MANDY MOORE song over the closing credits, I would have blown my brains out like a cartoon cat with only, “Goodbye cruel world!” as my last words. So if you’re keeping score at home: EDEN LAKE kicked my ass; BABYSITTER WANTED slapped me around a bit; and then when I thought I was ready to brush myself off and move on, little, tiny innocent baby BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA snuck in, stomped on my foot like SHIRLEY TEMPLE and then taunted me to tears.
If you’ve only seen commercials and trailers for BRIDGE then you may think, as I did, that it is a fantasy adventure movie like, say, THE LION THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE. You may even think it’s a corny feel-good movie about the power of imagination… it’s a trick! A Trojan horse! Yes, ZOOEY DESCHANEL plays a music teacher who sings “Why can’t we be friends?”, but it’s just to soften you up for the sucker punch! Watching BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA is actuality more like witnessing BAMBI’s mother getting shot in the face by SOUNDER over and over again while GENA ROWLANDS and JAMES GARNER cheer from the sidelines.
Here is an admission you’ll not likely to read on BLOODY DISGUSTING or AIN’T IT COOL NEWS, later today I’m going to go out and buy a Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit complete with Dutch boy wig. After I put both on I’m going to purchase the largest all day lollipop I can find and I’m going to skip all the way home with it. If any bullies pick on me, I’m going to give them a big wet raspberry and then jump on a pink pogo stick and bounce away, probably to the nearest mental hospital where I can get a long rest in a rubber room preferably within a STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE sleeping bag. If you’ve seen this movie, you know what I’m talking about, and if you have not, well you have been warned. Who says trauma is just for kids?!?