The first two Winnie the Pooh theatrical films of the decade were pretty hard to watch if you weren’t five years old, but they were a Hell of a lot better than this. This is as close as Disney ever got to the territory of mindless kids’ shows like Barney or Teletubbies, so infantile it makes Home On the Range look sophisticated by comparison.
It also qualifies as an insult to the franchise’s canon…many people who are passionate about the original books would be furious that it actually shows us a real Heffalump, and the result is a sickeningly cuddly walking anticlimax. The film contains the same out-of-place Carly Simon songs as the last film in the franchise, but the movie itself is so awful that the score no longer even qualifies as one of the main problems.
Even the stock dangerous situations these films always put the characters in at the climax seemed phoned-in, with nothing more deadly than one character being stuck in a deep pile of sticks. The Pooh franchise never sunk any lower than this, and it stands as not only the worst theatrical release in the history of the franchise, but the worst traditionally animated Disney theatrical film of the decade.