Chameleons. Hair. Attractive male leads. And frying pans.
Usually I'm pretty old school. Any Disney movie made after 2002 is by definition less good than anything that precedes it. But then I saw THIS.
Here comes The Smolder.
I have seen this particular movie six times in the past seven days. I cannot get the songs out of my head. Frankly, I cannot get The Smolder Guy out of my head. The dude can SING. And he is GOOD at it.
In a nutshell, I get the tingly-ribcage-nervous-butterfly-magic feeling. Can I please be The Girl With The Hair? Please?
If I had her hair, I would use it in this way as well. If you heard him sing, so would you.
I've just now realized how oddly embarrassing it is to be this enamored of an animated movie. But to tell you the truth, I don't much care. If you do, I will use on you a method of violence used quite often in this particular film.
Frying Pans: Who Knew, Right?
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