AniInterview Sorry, this movie sucks

FuzzyTagz If the ambition is to provide two hours of instantly forgettable, popcorn-munching escapism, it succeeds.

Myron Clemons A film of deceptively outspoken contemporary relevance, this is cinema at its most alert, alarming and alive.

Sarita Rafferty There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

Edgar Allan Pooh . . . Warner Bros.' Animated Shorts Seers division (aka, the Looney Tuners) historically have had a far more accurate track record in having the multitude of their prognostications of 21st Century America's upcoming Calamities, Catastrophes, Cataclysms, and Apocalypti ACTUALLY COME TRUE compared to such over-rated past "prophets" as Nostradamus. However, like Cassandra of the Ancient Greeks, Warner's warnings generally have fallen upon blind eyes, as illustrated by the Sherman's-March-to-the-Sea-like Advent of White House Resident-Elect Rump. Take I WISH I HAD WINGS, for instance. As it was released in 1932, new American Czar Red Commie KGB Chief Vlad "Mad Dog" Putin's Red State Enablers in America's "Fly-Over" Country SHOULD have had plenty of time to digest its message. However, these U.S. Bread Basket of Deplorables somehow failed to realize that THEY were the night-crawler(s) the Fat Cat Billionaire-representing Hen shoves into the meat grinder midway through I WISH I HAD WINGS. The post-meat-grinder worms (or Red State Citizens) come out even smaller and MORE endangered, as the swarm of Mini-Me Rumps engendered by the Red Commie Satan Putin when he established America's first-ever Monarch-in-Residence eat them for lunch! Especially if you're a Red State Commie Sympathizer, please check out I WISH I HAD WINGS in its entirety, as it painstakingly etches out ALL the details of your Imminent Doom cut by cut by cut.