• Ted Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss, probably happy to be dead right now

I had trouble moderating my contempt for The Lorax in the review I wrote for this week’s paper (but thank goodness for editors; my first draft was even angrier), as the film triggered an adolescent spite for hypocrisy that I still haven’t outgrown. The movie is a slick piece of corporate engineering that suggests nothing less than a 90-minute commercial, its makers apparently having overlooked the blatant anticommercialism that informs the Dr. Seuss classic they adapted. Who would have thought that hundreds of nominal adults could misinterpret a book written for grade-school children?