We’ve all done a lot of complaining in recent years about how Hollywood has run out of original ideas. Remakes, reboots, reimaginings, constantly redoing a story that already exists and was ever in need of any of those things. Well, it’s time to eat our words as Hollywood is about to drop a story on us that’s never been done before.
I loved Winnie the Pooh growing up. I mean, really I still love that silly ol’ bear. Up until a few years ago, I had a ridiculous collection of stuffed Pooh bears. I mean, he’s the “tubby little chubby all stuffed with fluff” who was always ready to help out whomever was in need. It’s cute and wholesome. What’s not to love?
Created by A.A. Milne in 1926, Pooh was inspired by Milne’s son, Christopher’s teddy bear. In fact Pooh’s human friend, Christopher Robin, was inspired by him as well.
We all know the adventures of Pooh and his friends, Piglet, Eyeore, Rabbit, Kanga and Roo, and of course Tigger, and their world of Hundred Acre Woods. Stories of friendship and support, being there for each other told thru books and several animated movies.
Winnie the Pooh Blood and Honey was NOT one of those stories. Until now.
Director Rhys Waterfield is no stranger to the horror genre, and has taken one of my favorite things of my childhood and turned it sinister AF.
The story is about Pooh and Piglet who go on a murderous rampage after their faithful human, Christopher Robin, abandons them. Ok, to me it looks more like little Christopher has grown up and wants to adult things, like get married and start a family. Hello….. you’re gonna have children, Christopher. Pooh and his friends can be passed down to them too!
This looks so ridiculous, but if you’re into cheesy, campy horror movies, this might be right up your alley. Or maybe it’ll be a lesson to you to take care of your toys (and other humans) and never stop loving them. I’m starting to second guess my decision to rehome three big totes full of Pooh Bear.
As the tagline says “This Ain’t No Bedtime Story”. You’re right, it’s the sh*t of nightmares. There goes my childhood.
