This new inexplicitly-in-NYC take on a magical Clifford has brought the word "bad" to new levels of badness. Bad acting. Bad directing. Bad cinemetography. Bad sound editing. Bad writing. Such bad effects. Bad everything. This film just oozed rottenness from every bad scene. Simply bad beyond all infinite dimensions of possible badness.
Well, maybe not that bad, but Lord, it wasn't good.
At least the dog doesn't talk.
Well, maybe not that bad, but Lord, it wasn't good.
At least the dog doesn't talk.