Scarring victim Patrick writes:
My father took me to see The Mouse and his Child when I was five. I do not have good memories of this film. Put simply, it scared the shit out of me. It was also incredibly sad, at least to my five year old mind. By the end of the film, I was mortified. I couldn’t get it out of my mind either. My dad’s only comment afterwards was “Well, that stunk.” 33 years later I managed to find it, in it’s entirety, on youtube and tried watching it. I lasted about ten minutes. It really was that creepy. Here’s the link, if you dare:
Wow. I have never heard of this film (or book, for that matter), but after watching just the opening credits I am already creeped out. The description on Wikipedia makes this sound like a tour de force of horror:
The child mouse proposes staying at the shop to form a family, which the other toys ridicule. After falling from a counter and becoming broken, they are thrown in the trash. Outside, they become enslaved by Manny the Rat, who runs a casino in the city dump and uses broken wind-up toys as his slave labor force. With the aid of a psychic frog, the mice escape and meet various animal characters on a quest of becoming free and independent “self-winding” toys. They rediscover the elephant and seal, who are somewhat broken down, and manage to form a family and destroy the rat empire.
What. The. Hell.
Sounds like a cross between AI and a bad trip I once had… and by bad trip, I mean the time I drove through rural Missouri… yeah, that’s it.
~Evilcupcakes