I really didn't want to see this movie. "Oh great, another singing and dancing horses drivel from Disney" I thought. And when I was practically forced to watch it, I did it having prepared all my wits and irony to completely and utterly destroy the movie with my scornful remarks throughout.
The first ten minutes or so I was more or less successful in my hatred. But the further the movie went the more I realized that I was actually liking it and then ultimately completely loving it. And there I was, with tears in my eyes out of sympathy for the main characters and worrying whether everything will be all right in the end. How pathetic is that?
I really wanted to hate this movie. It should have been easy. Somehow, I failed. Or did the movie simply just succeed instead?
The first ten minutes or so I was more or less successful in my hatred. But the further the movie went the more I realized that I was actually liking it and then ultimately completely loving it. And there I was, with tears in my eyes out of sympathy for the main characters and worrying whether everything will be all right in the end. How pathetic is that?
I really wanted to hate this movie. It should have been easy. Somehow, I failed. Or did the movie simply just succeed instead?