Like most people, I am quite married to the “original” of just about anything from my youth.
Star Trek? Only the Original Series. Period. Star Wars? Just the films from 1977, 1980, and 1982. And Willy Wonka? Come on; do you even have to ask?
The song above is a soothing, magical, touching journey through youthful innocence and zeal.
How about the latest one?
Just a bunch of CGI and a way-too-small Oompa-Loompa who talks like an unrepentant asshole.
Let’s cleanse our palate with one of the greatest endings in cinematic history.
