
Folks, take a long, hard look at this movie poster.
What you see before you is one of the most boring, ill-conceived, ill-executed, too-stupid-to-even-be-kid-friendly movies I have ever had the displeasure of sitting through.  And I did this for you, my friends.
Imagine a lovely forest scene, as we first come across a bee's nest, obviously housed by bees as we are greeted with a fleet of the little CG bastards.
Those first three paragraphs were written this morning, after I had finished the movie.  Right after I had finished it.
I quickly became too angry to write anymore, and...many hours later, I am still too angry to do a proper review of this film.  This film does not deserve a proper review.  What it DOES deserve is to be placed on its knees, pistol to the back of the skull, and executed.  I find myself wishing that I could have sat through Paul Blart again, instead.  I don't even know if I did a review of that movie anymore, but I would gladly go over why I hated it over this film.
Fuck you, dog.  Fuck you French Stewart.  Fuck you movie.  I hate you.  I hate you and your stupid, CG animals.  Your stupid stupidness.
I hate you.
 
 

