Winnie the Pooh was already relatable as is. Fat, slow, craving food, depressed and only wearing a shirt is basically my autobiography. However this absolute cinematic experience may very well be the most relatable piece of content ever produced. Now that I'm approaching my 50's I feel lost in life. After my 77th rewatch of The Mighty Ducks (1992) this feeling has only grown exponentially more. When I arrived to my cinema last night I felt ready to take myself to Belize. But after viewing the film, my life has turned around. Now I'm inspired, to continue the legacy of Pooh, for he is the one who'll save us all. Pooh is love. Pooh is life.
Review of Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey
