I’m at home with the girls for the last week of the school holidays. Horton Hears a Who is much better than other recent Seuss movies, but that’s not saying much.

The combination of grotesque scale mismatch, consequent fear-of-smashing-a-microcosm paranoia and interminable-task anxiety makes this film like a map of my childhood neuroses. (The scene where Horton has to find his own sprig of clover in a boundless sea of clover was particularly unwatchable.) Katie, the cute but spooky yellow fluffball, steals the movie.


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