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Chuck Jones keeps everything lean and graphic: Whoville is neat, bright, and tightly choreographed, the sort of place where you’re either in rhythm or in the way. The Grinch’s cave plays less like a villain’s lair and more like someone choosing silence after being told, repeatedly, to take a hike.
Yes, it’s broad — occasionally OTT — but the bluntness earns its keep. The turnaround lands because belonging finally stops being conditional. A Christmas classic with a bruise under the wrapping.
For anyone who likes the grinch this is a must watch a very enjoyable version of the grinch. loved every minute of it