Listen, you all know how I feel about Rick Moranis. And I’m definitely not calling him a bad actor. All I’m saying is…
If I had just spent the weekend suspended over my backyard with a magnifying glass because my own invention had shrunk my children (and the neighbor’s kids) to the size of a spec of dust… A SPEC OF DUST!
And, right as I am about to take a bite of cereal, the dog bites me just in time and I suddenly see my son treading milk in my spoonful of cheerios…
This would be highly distressing to me.
Emotionally damaging, even. I mean, I don’t even know where the other kids are at this point. Maybe little Nicholas Zolinkski is the last child alive to escape my gaping maw because I’ve made the fatal mistake of allowing my brain a brief moment to let my guard down and eat a shitty bowl of breakfast.
And yet, this guy seems pretty unfazed. Like he found a five dollar bill he forgot about in an old pair of pants.
I guess what I’m trying to say is…I really miss Rick Moranis.