I watched for the first time yesterday afternoon Disney's A Christmas Carol that featured the voice of Jim Carrey. It was made a number of years ago and some tart and unkind things were said about it at the time of its release.
I have no idea if those comments were merited but would note they came at a mid crest moment in that wave of the "Boy, We Are Sick of Jim Carrey in Everything" critical backlash (that sort of started with The Cable Guy and took on a life of its own), fueled and fed by the fact that the Disney folks had bankrolled it.
That said, I enjoyed it quite a bit. Okay, I was a little sore from muscle groups that had previously been along for the ride still recovering from a session in the fitness center and the couch in the living room was accommodating and inviting. But still.
It was as true to what I understand of the Dickens' tale as anything else I've ever seen and I've seen a lot of this stuff in plus decades on the orb except for my very favorite treatment which is no longer shown on TV but is available here.
I hope you find the time to enjoy it uninterrupted between now and Christmas Day because it's as close to a gift as I could find for you and, without ruining it for you, I should tell you there's no such thing as razzleberry dressing. Sometimes being an adult is a terrible waste of childhood.
-bill kenny
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