Should any of you accidentally inhale toxic mold spores from alien foot-fungus buried for years in stacks of cocaine marinating in pig urine, and think you may yield to the temptation to see “Chimps in Space”, do yourself a favor: Shoot yourself now. The death will be quicker and cleaner, and odds are good the devil has too much taste to show the movie in hell. (Whereas the folks in heaven might possibly believe that since it was a G rated movie, it would be a nice, spiffy, clean choice for the little nippers.)
Seriously–while Ladybug was charmed by the Ooh-Aahs, if the movie had been just a tiny bit better, it would have been downright bloody fucking awful. I can’t wait until they’re old enough to take to Batman–sometimes, the older kids really are more fun:-)
