Now HERE'S a Disney remake I'm going to love watching
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Fans of Winnie the Pooh have reacted with horror this morning after discovering the family favourite is to be made into a horror movie in which Pooh and Piglet become sick serial killers.
One social media user said they were 'devastated' by the decision, and Winnie the Pooh should forever remain 'sacrosanct.'
The Winnie the Pooh tales by A. A. Milne are a children's classic known all over the world, inspiring films such as Christopher Robin - but now Jagged Edge Productions are putting a dark twist on the loveable characters.
Blood and Honey is described by IMDB as a horror film following Pooh and Piglet as they go on a rampage after Christopher Robin abandons them.
In the new movie Winnie the Pooh becomes a serial killer in a warped tale featuring character favourites alongside humans.
The film is only now possible because the rights to the Winnie the Pooh stories came into the public domain earlier this year.
This means anyone wishing to use characters or concepts from everyone's favourite yellow bear now does not have to request permission or pay copyright charges.
Shortly after Mr Milne's death in 1956 his widow sold the rights to Winnie the Pooh to Stephen Slesinger, who later sold them to Walt Disney Company.
The rights had been split between Milne's widow and three other organisations, who all sold their rights to Disney in 2001.
Although the rights to the original Winnie the Pooh characters have now expired, Disney still has copyright over its own version of the bear, as well as all films and images associated with them.
If the Republicans are successful in stopping Disney’s copyright on Mickey Mouse from being extended, again, in 2024, we can look forward to a whole series of fun new films: a threesome with Minnie and Goofy, maybe?
I love it.
And you know, you just know, that some grandmother somewhere is going to bring her young charges to watch this new Winnie the Pooh movie, to hilarious effect. My grandmother once took all four of us boys — maybe 12 through 8 — to a showing of “The Carpetbaggers”, a dramatization of a Harold Robbins bodice ripper. “Ma’am”, the elderly ticket seller asked her, “do you know what this movie’s about?” “Oh, I know all about the carpetbaggers”, Granny proudly assured her, “I’m from New Orleans!” The lady pointed to the film’s poster which depicted a (very) scantily dressed young woman in the grasp of a leering male. Despite that gentlemen surely being a damn Yankee and thus invaluable to our incipient lesson on their wicked ways, and over our loud protests, Granny rushed us out of the theatre and bought us ice cream instead. Which was not at all the same thing.
