The energy carried by Martha May Whovier makes a lot of sense now, huh?
In my big age, 22 years after the release of Ron Howard’s How The Grinch Stole Christmas live-action film take on the Dr. Seuss classic, I finally caught a detail that unlocked the whole film for me. Sure, I knew the horniness between Jim Carrey’s Grinch and Christine Baranski as Martha May Whovier is one for the ages—a chemistry that could have put the movie over the top if not for Howard’s sincere depiction of it. But no, it’s a quick moment that for one reason or another I overlooked in the Universal Pictures family movie: the fishbowl with keys at the window. That’s right—when Grinch Baby gets stuck on a tree branch on his mother’s home, he’s left out in the cold to gaze upon a Whoville swingers party.
Sure at first watch, during childhood this is just like “wow, he’s left outside while they have a Christmas party” but no, the Who’s are high on some sort of Who-Hash while riding each other like ponies filled with concupiscent cheer. And this is the look on Baby Grinch’s face while it goes down:
It’s wild that this fantasy world obsessed with their holiday feasts filled with who-pudding drew the line at accepting the different looking green furry child.
