How the Grinch Stole Christmas is jolly Seuss fare, but the 2000 movie is a thing to beware. There’s dirty jokes, explosions, and manicness galore. Getting through this whole movie can be quite the chore. But Jim Carrey proves a suitable Grinch. Casting this man sure seemed like a cinch. He’s wild, he’s funny, but sometimes he’s scary. Just the comedy stylings of the man called Jim Carrey. But the makeup was torture, this actor will say. It required the help of the darn CIA.
Ron Howard directs, a choice that’s most odd. Perhaps he’s to blame for its murky facade. The colors are all dull, the picture seems dark. Something the cartoon hit right out of the park. Now old Dr. Seuss was a rhyming master. But Anthony Hopkins, now that’s a disaster. The story’s the same, there’s no fixing that. But what’s with the origin, it all just falls flat. Turns out the Grinch just needed a shave. That’s the whole reason for his Christmas tirade. The Who’s are all jerks, materialistic, it’s true. Just Cindy Lou Who knows the right thing to do.
Cindy Lou Who is no more than seven? While her role in the film gets turned up to eleven. She talks to the Grinch, quite often in fact. So her famous scene has no real impact. The Grinch becomes Santa and Max pulls the sleigh. I can’t help but feel happy when his song starts to play. It’s just like the special, his heart starts to grow. Did it have to take hours, my answer is no. But How the Grinch Stole Christmas is still fun for the season. Just please don’t ask why, I don’t quite know the reason.