The best thing about the book version of the grinch is that he’s just some green fuck that the who’s know nothing about. He has absolutely no backstory he’s just up there being an asshole and this movie craps on that.
My daughter decided to borrow it from the local library. I felt compelled to read it in a Zizek manner - society's waste first functions as a mirror of a consumerism nature, then it gets integrated. And instead of consuming wares, everyone starts consuming emotions and feelings.
This was probably the worst thing Ron Howard ever made (next to The Dilemma) and it was just painful. Granted this was before Jim Carrey made the masterpiece that was Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, but this movie proves my theory that Jim Carrey has become a self-parody of himself in spades.
As someone who has grown up with both the overwhelmingly superior animated classic and Ron Howard's fanfic, I can't harbor any ill feelings towards the latter. My heart may be three sizes too big, but I do find value in this live-action adaptation. I'd rather watch it than ever suffer through the live-action Cat in the Hat abomination. However, I'll immediately prefer the Karloff version as it's better in every way!
As far as shameless cash-grabs go, this one definitely isn't the worst one ever made, but regardless, I hate this movie and everything it stands for. Just watch the goddamn short film. I get WAY more out of that twenty minute little gem than this feature-length, painful piece of garbage.