This is a bit of a guilty pleasure, but as with a lot of content from childhood, it occupies a warm fuzzy space in the ol' cockles. You've got a 200-year-old curse, Eartha Kitt as a grizzled witch living in the woods, and a big ugly troll wandering around at night turning children into wooden dolls. What's not to love? This film used to traumatize kids back in the day because there was actual peril and stakes involved. Halloween was made for this shit.
You gain a fresh perspective and appreciation for certain things as you grow older. People who criticized these movies never got the point. Ernest was always meant to be a bit of lighthearted fun.
3½ Brussels sprouts out of 5
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