Review of The Indian in the Cupboard (1995) by Nora P — 06 Jan 2008

This is what I would have done with my G.I. Joes to conjure up some warfare as I sat back and drank warm lemonade from my suntanning wicker lawn chair. And that would be fantastic. The prospect of that happening, is the only reason why I like this movie at all.

But what would happen if he cut off his hand and put it in there, then took it out, got it run over by his Hanson brothers' skateboard, and then put the pieces back in? Think about it.