Archive for the ‘Disney’ Category

Continuing my in-depth investigation into the murky world of unpleasantness that is found in movies that share their name with Disney films, we come across 2011’s Sleeping Beauty, a movie that could be described as ‘artistic’ or ‘erotic’, but comes across more as ‘weird’ and ‘grubby’.


A wise man once said “All the good names are taken” (well actually it was a genderless robot in a Transformers comic) and you quite often find movies sharing the same name, yet being completely different in tone, style and story.

So, when you type in a movie’s name into Netflix search or whatever, you might occasionally end up with the wrong movie. So, what happens when you watch the wrong movie? What happens when you type in ‘Frozen’ and instead of a delightful magical family romp with disgustingly catchy songs you end up with some something else? Something… much darker. That’s what I’m here to delve into that murky world of horrible movies that share their name with your kids’ family favourites.

Let’s have a look at Frozen…


Are you sitting comfortably? Well, don’t. Sitting comfortably is bad for your posture.

Now, listen, as I read you a lovely bedtime story, based on the movie Disney’s Frozen, which if you are a parent, you will despise with the very core of your soul.

Oh, and it’s 11 minutes long, so sit comfortably. Yes, I’m contrary.

Apologies for the vertical video and that.

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Right then, story time.
Are you sitting comfortably? No? Well see a doctor and he should be able to prescribe some lotion. Now I’ll begin.

Once upon a time there were a King and Queen and they were having issues having kids and that. This was the olden days before IVF and folk didn’t understand ovulation and cycles and all the other stuff that you have to know about if you’re a broody woman. Anyway, eventually the King got his willy in the right hole and the Queen did a wee on a stick and found out she was pregnant and everyone was happy, despite the pisspoor medical technology available at the time.
So, the pregnancy went off without a hitch, the Queen probably had a craving for extra strong mints dipped in peanut butter and the King spent most nights sleeping on the sofa because his wife slept like a concrete starfish that had swallowed a lawnmower engine. The baby was born, maybe on a Tuesday, I’m not sure, it doesn’t matter, I doubt the historical authenticity of this tale anyway. Let’s just say it’s a Tuesday and get on with it. This is probably the last time I’ll mention a specific day anyway, so you really have no point of reference. Tuesday. There. Shut up.

The baby was a girl and was named Aurora,  because her parents were actually involved in a complez sting operation to expose and arrest all school bullies and giving their daughter a silly name was the best idea they could think of. Well, that and they were going to make her learn to play the oboe.
A great celebration was held and all the fairies in the land were invited to the party. The meaning of fairy in this sense referring to little floating witches with wings, not as an offensive term referring to homosexual men. I’m not sure which would have been the better choice for the better party. There’d probably be about as much glitter. I’m allergic to glitter, it makes my hands go all swelled up and itchy. It’s bloody horrible. Anyway, S Club 7 hadn’t been invented yet, so the king and queen decided to settle on the little witches.
Oh, and you know I said they invited all the fairies, well they didn’t invite one bad fairy, probably because she was a racist or maybe it was the time she tried to give the king a drunken blowjob in the kitchen last August at the annual barbecue. For whatever reason, she was blacklisted and didn’t get an invite to the party.
Rather than giving the baby traditional presents, the fairies all decided to give her magical presents. One gave Aurora the gift of beauty, implying that without her gift she would be a right munter. Another gave her the gift of song, and so on. There were loads of fairies with gifts, and not one iTunes credit voucher amongst them, much to the despair of the king, as he was looking forward to downloading the new War of the Worlds album.
The bad fairy showed by just as the last fairy was about to give Aurora her gift (free wi-fi access in all Beefeater gastropubs). Angry at not being invited, and quite drunk on a mixture of sherry and Dooley’s toffee liquer, she gave the baby her own gift, promising that on her 18th birthday she would prick her finger on some sort of old fashioned knitting robot and would die. Probably of tetanus or something, general hygiene and antibiotics not being of a passable quality at this time.
The bad fairy then got a taxi and buggered off back to Russia or whatever, leaving everyone else a bit annoyed and probably horny, because bad fairies always dress the sexiest, fishnets and corsets and that.
Now, there was one fairy left who had yet to give the princess her gift and seeing as the Wi-Fi at the Beefeater is pisspoor slow at best, she instead used her magical gift to change the bad fairy’s spell a bit. (Why the fairies only get to give one gift each is beyond me, possibly they didn’t have enough virgins or goats to sacrifice in order to perform their magical rituals, or maybe they were just tight)
Anyway, the spell was changed at a small print level so instead of dying from the knitting robot accident, Aurora would instead fall asleep for ages and ages, and could only be awoken by a kiss from a passing Prince.
So, anyway, all that happened.
There was a dragon and that too apparently. Turns out all right at the end I gather, the bad fairy dies and there is a wedding and that. Some nonsense with colour changing dresses and that.
Never got to watch the end of the film, ironically I fell asleep. Didn’t wake up getting kissed though. Next door’s car alarm went off and I thought it was an Zombie Warning Alarm or something. I’d just had a fair bit of cheese. A cheese toastie actually. It was really nice. Dipped it in ketchup and that. Tasty. You should have a cheese toastie. Just remember to butter the wrong side of the bread because of reasons.

The End. Sorry.