Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey Review

30 Jul, 2023

Watching Nosferatu was a lot easier than watching this crazy movie . To put it plainly this feels less like something you can just find anywhere that easily and more like the “Star Wars Christmas Special” of our generation. I guess I can get one thing out of the way: this film does an impressive job of disregarding the Disneyfication the character went through since the 60s in favor of as many horror movies that came after the book’s release as it could connect with. And I’m not kidding: it throws in stuff from Psycho to Hausu and that 70s exploration feel before building up to an 80s feel during the climax with these bike dude-like characters if not the titular characters (literally) killer strength. I don’t really know what to make of scenes that vary from being over-the-top to amateur to that same Hausu quality. Obviously this film is by no means “good” by any standards, but you come to the conclusion it could be worse if you watch it long enough. In fact it’s essentially “The Banana Splits Movie” done wrong in terms of taking something from one’s childhood and twisting it with the worst of the present. And yet watching Pooh bear essentially become every slasher ever (in fairly badass ways sometimes, though) reminds me that the world that I lived in when I saw his Disneyfied self, sadly enough, is as tragic now as the ending (as well as kind of fucked up). But then again it always was, the director of this movie (in a strangely therapeutic way, almost coincidentally enough given one of the characters) just got me out of hiding somehow.