The similarity is uncanny, right down to the cold reptile stare of hunger and polyester skin. The makers of what was probably meant as a sappy, upbeat, feel-good musical have in their naivety broken the seals of madness and inadverdantly created a manifestation of primeval psychological horror. These fools have somehow reached through the mists of time, dragged monsters back with them and put them on film. Moving. Talking. Dancing. SINGING.
This supposed entertainment that I've witnessed bears heavily on me now. Every key press is like a blow from a dismembered arm on the bloody glass pane of my already fragile psyche. It might be an exercise in futility to try and warn people away from this thing that mere mortal men have wrought, but if even one single soul is saved by my warning in these words, then my work is done. I hope only that I can post this before the stroke I feel coming silences me for ever.
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