Cute and sweet and will put you to sleep, like a diabetic coma, and then it will smack you awake with its relentlessly cheery vivid-pastel optimism.
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Is the man who sang “We Saw Your Boobs” at the Oscars one to give us a touching story about civil rights and human dignity? Take a guess..
You get the G.I. Joes for Christmas. Hooray! You make them cross the demilitarized zone between the china cabinet and the DVDs near the TV to rescue Barbie. *pawft pawft pawft pawft* — enemy fire.
Another Michael Bay(TM) Hasbro(TM) movie for 2012…
I can see now that this is going to be a movie the terribleness of which I shall be obsessed with.
If Mr. Potato Head can exist by attaching his parts to a tortilla, then where does Mr. Potato Head’s essence reside if not in his very own potato head? Is it in the sum of his parts?