Cheer Up......kid with a mop top

I just watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I had an iffy day, so I figured why not watch a classic? I would have watched Little Women, but I thought it best to avoid crying. However now I find myself bitter and analytical, which is what happens when we watch our favorite childhood films. Why havent I learned to keep these movies in my memories vault, instead of digging them out and setting them for failure. Here let me give you a few examples;
Lets talk about that song that the mom sings about cheering up, good gosh, every kid in America is fast forwarding that part, its like the debbie downer song. I think the first time I actually sat through the song was tonight. She just keeps going and going, while Charlie wanders aimlessly in high water corduory pants. Here we have a single mom, who works 20 hours a day stirring a vat of laundry with a huge oversized wooden fork, and charlie gets one candy bar for his birthday. Geez if you cant afford kids lady, dont have em. No to mention the fact that they lived off boiled cabbage, werent they cooking cabbage? I dont even know, kids dont even want boiled things, they want candy bars. Oh and dont even get me started on the fact that all their grandparents lived together in that small room, can you imagine how bad that place smelled? unless however the fresh smell of the laundry was more powerful, you know? The laundry in the vat that was being stirred by a huge oversized wooden fork 20 hours a day, by an emo mom with inevitably expholiated pores......okay im done.

I should stop here before I get started on Flight of the Navigator.....what the heck was going on there! yikes!

well my eyes hurt.

so im done now.

p.s. how many of us have fallen over trying to dance backwards up the stairs like Willy Wonka himself......hm