(image taken from Amazon)
I am obsessed with Netflix. I definitely feel like my $10 per month is well spent.
Two days ago I was sorting through tax stuff so I decided to throw on a movie to listen to because I most likely have adult onset ADD and therefore need constant stimulus. And multi-tasking, always multi-tasking. I figured that a kid's movie would be a good choice because I wouldn't be bogged down with complicated story lines and dreamy actors that deserved my attention.
When I was younger I loved this movie so since it was available to watch instantly, I thought I'd relive the memories. I wasn't expecting much, just validation that I had good taste in movies as a child. No big deal.
I am dumber now for having watched/listened to 'The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking".
How disappointing! I was hoping for a little nostalgia, like with 'The Goonies' or 'The Sandlot' (mmmmm....Benny......). Sad. I didn't even finish it.
You better believe I won't let my kids watch that garbage. Thanks a lot, mom!
(I have to throw her under the bus because she reads my blog now)