What they did to Pooh is not funny
I laughed and I laughed.
I remember once a long time ago, when I was eight - I am now in my 80s. - I was sick. It was one of those nonlife-threatening childhood diseases or a cold, but I had a temperature, and my solicitous mother kept me home from school for two weeks and confined me to bed. But I was not lonely, because she supplied me with books to read. My favorite was Winnie The Pooh.
I read about Pooh, the simple yet wise teddy bear, his master, Christopher Robin, his forest friends - babyish Piglet, melancholy Eeyore, etc. - and their hilarious adventures and droll conversations. And I laughed and I laughed. Good times.
Now my childhood companion has been turned into a big-time Disney movie. I eagerly took my 8-year-old grandson to see it with me.
My grandson was not particularly interested in the movie. I was very disappointed in it. Someone had taken this wildly funny story for children and turned it into a dark, redundant, preachy film for parents, telling them the correct way to live. How sad.
Inez Tornblom
Elgin