Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey

Made on a shoestring budget...and it shoes.

Rather than being informed by a passion for the original characters, or the desire to tap into their unexplored subtext, it coasts opportunistically on the novelty value of placing them in a gruesome context.

Rhys Frake-Waterfield cloddishly desecrates your childhood, and AA Milne’s beloved classic, with a dimly written, shoddily realised, sub-standard slasher whose artistic aspirations never reach beyond making a fast buck.

If you go down to the woods today you’d better be blind drunk.

As a subversive take on Milne, it’s achingly banal. As a rural horror film, it’s more inept than the most wretched Wrong Turn sequel. As a would-be cult classic, it commits the ultimate sin of being no fun at all.

The film is so amateurishly made that it is often hard to see and hear what’s going on – not a complaint per se – and doesn’t even have much of a plot...

No one exactly expects nuance from a slasher, but this film is criminally lazy and misogynistic… worst of all: Tigger erasure.

Unfortunately, Blood and Honey needed more than just names to hold it all together, because all it is is a subpar slasher film with a killer in a Winnie the Pooh mask.

It’s unfair and uninspiring to say what can and can’t be done with a certain IP ... With that said, Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey is unfortunately not good.

This was a hard watch. They didn't even use the intellectual property in a fun way.