There’s a certain subset of kids movies that seem to be run by deranged adults who want to make children weep as often as they possibly can. Like, there’s just some people who think it’s vitally important to remind every child every week that their beloved pet or parent or friend is going to die much sooner than they think. So it’s an hour and a half of a lovable dog hero, followed by it’s untimely demise, pause for weeping, then yay, puppies!
Like, the occasional “mortality is coming children, and you are hopelessly naive” kind of ending is probably okay, but there’s just an astonishing amount of creative adults who think they need to be the Avatar of Sorrow to unsuspecting children.
I don’t get it. I mean for adults, yeah, the winter is cold, life is brutal, people are jerks, etc. so of COURSE adult fiction is a dystopian tragedy. But man, there’s no need to pre-emptively embitter children like they’re a pair of jeans that needs to be artfully damaged because this is the fashion of the day. Time and the bitter, nihilistic society they will eventually be dropped into will do that just fine on it’s own, thank you very much.
Please don’t let any children read this.
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