Holy Crap! The animation completely captured the "Let's All Go To The Snack Bar" aesthetic of the stuff they played between movies at the drive-in when I was a kid. The subsequent subversion was all the more horrific because I *LIKED* the dancing wienies and winking, marching drum-majorette ice cream sandwiches so much. They were my friends! Watching them die was hard. The fact that this was created by people who are likely too young to have formed such an attachment (and may never have been to a drive-in) makes it even more diabolical.
Now I want to go to the drive-in. And I want a pickle.
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Holy Crap! The animation completely captured the "Let's All Go To The Snack Bar" aesthetic of the stuff they played between movies at the drive-in when I was a kid. The subsequent subversion was all the more horrific because I *LIKED* the dancing wienies and winking, marching drum-majorette ice cream sandwiches so much. They were my friends! Watching them die was hard. The fact that this was created by people who are likely too young to have formed such an attachment (and may never have been to a drive-in) makes it even more diabolical.
Now I want to go to the drive-in. And I want a pickle.
I had to stop it half-way. The popcorn died. The sound got really creepy, and the sno-cones might give me nightmares tonight. :(
But I do agree with Dad -I also want a pickle.
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