Bo-focking-hoo. A young boy is dying. It's so saaaad (not really). Luckily, there's a dimwitted janitor there, to tell him stupid stories about a magical afterlife-place called Helium. Unfortunately, the relationship between these two is so forced, and the stories about Helium are so meaningless and without reference, that the movie becomes an unfunny parody of itself. And it doesn't take long before you're hoping the kid will just go ahead and croak already.
Sad music is smeared thickly as the boy's condition is worsening, and the filmmakers begs the audience for sympathy. Yet we're never given any reason to why we should care about this kid at all, other than him being a kid; which is just awful screen writing. But even if the script had been written in a smoother fashion, the fact that anyone would make a film of such a terrible concept in the first place, is mind-boggling. I mean, a dying kid? Really? Could you possibly be any less creative in your plea for emotions?
The overdose of sap is so severely lacking a pinch of anything cute, quirky or fun, that the whole thing ends up as something sticky you want to wipe off your shoe.
I feel dirty after having watched this crap.
Sad music is smeared thickly as the boy's condition is worsening, and the filmmakers begs the audience for sympathy. Yet we're never given any reason to why we should care about this kid at all, other than him being a kid; which is just awful screen writing. But even if the script had been written in a smoother fashion, the fact that anyone would make a film of such a terrible concept in the first place, is mind-boggling. I mean, a dying kid? Really? Could you possibly be any less creative in your plea for emotions?
The overdose of sap is so severely lacking a pinch of anything cute, quirky or fun, that the whole thing ends up as something sticky you want to wipe off your shoe.
I feel dirty after having watched this crap.