So you need to be a kid again to enjoy this flop? I guess it's true if being a kid means: ignoring incredibly bad writing, very droll delivery of lines by actors, immense (and frankly glaringly stupid) jumps in story logic, and enjoying: cloying racially degrading voice-overs, animated farts, characters with no explained motivation for what they are doing, entire segments based solely on the premise "gee, that would look neat here." Well---it does look neat there. But that is no reason to go to the theater, when watching animals in a zoo will provide as much plot continuity. The only struggle I have left is viewing this thing as somehow separate from the earlier trilogy. Indeed, that idea is all that is keeping me from being really, really sad.
