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Review By: Gringo
Sleeping Beauty. Imagine if you were destined to prick your finger on a certain birthday and fall into a deep sleep (or coma, if you want to be blunt about it), and the only thing that could save you would be to get a kiss from a handsome prince? I know I'd sign up for that, but only if he'd indulge in a little bit of slap and tickle as well. Imagine that fate, because it's exactly what happens to Sleeping Beauty. As you can probably guess and indeed probably already know, she's put into this naughty state by an evil witch, only to be awoken by a regular old dashing prince. See, fairy tales really do have happy endings! I like my sleep, but no one ever kisses me awake. Not even Prince Charming himself! Instead I get a really annoying alarm going beep-beep-beep that doesn't even have a snooze button. Sometimes my cat will jump on my bed and demand attention. Then it's off to the hell that I call my job, to dream of handing my notice in and gaze out of the window. Oh, sorry, we were talking about Walt Disney or something? Okay, let's get onto the next movie, shall we?
The Hunchback Of Notre Dame. I very rarely judge people on appearances and certainly won't ignore an ugly person just because they happen to not have attractive features. But for fuck's sake, the hunchback is one disgusting bastard. His face is mashed up worse than Sloth from The Goonies and his hunch looks like someone took Orson Welles' belly and stapled it to Mr. Notre Dame's back. Plus, he's French and I'm British. History has so far taught me two things about French people. Firstly, with their help the Americans managed to complete a successful rebellion against Britain, leaving us stuck with a King and Queen and Yankees with an elected President. Secondly, as the war in Iraq revealed, French people are nothing more than moustache-twirling, cheese-eating shadows in the night that want to see the fall of America and the rise of Saddam. Or so Darth Phenom and the US government would have us believe anyway. Because I'm prone to brainwashing, I'll just accept it and say that the hunchback is French and therefore a naughty. As a result, this move is a supreme naughty. Hmm...do you think I masked the fact that I haven't seen it? You did? Thanks! That's so kind of you to say!
Well, there you have it. After five articles (including this one) I've managed to do mini-reviews of 20 Disney animated movies, and of those about 10% were genuinely funny. Then again, I was in the bottom set at school for maths. Yes, I wrote maths, not math as you foolish Americans are so prone to scribbling. As you'll have seen at the top of this article, I chose the very ugly name Finally Yet Even More Life After Walt. I think I can promise you there won't be another. And that's a real promise, not one of those half-meant promises made by husbands who beat up their wives and say - while their spouse is lying in a crumpled, bloody, crying heap - "I promise I won't do it again" before smacking them around the head three days later for burning dinner. Although this site is fairly obviously not prone to excellent standards of grammar, there is no possible way I can extend the title any more. I mean, Finally Yet Even More Life After Walt barely makes sense. What would possible come next if I tried another article? Definitely Finally Yet Even More Life After Walt? Oh shit, I've just had the most terrible idea.
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