'Coyote vs. Acme' Is the Best Movie of the Year

So, this is not a movie review, because I don't want to bore anybody with a bunch of pompous reviewer-speak ... I just want to say that Coyote vs. Acme is the mother-fuckin' shit. 

I did speculate some time ago that maybe, just maybe, we had a real, honest-to-god successor to Who Framed Roger Rabbit on our hands with this movie, and not only was I completely correct in that assessment, but I'd dare to say CvA might even surpass it.

This movie has everything: rocket-powered roller skates, an insane asylum for cartoon characters, predator spray, pianos falling off rooftops, the Tasmanian Devil on the witness stand, clandestine phone calls from Bugs Bunny, Foghorn Leghorn as an evil tycoon ... the list goes on.

In short, I haven't felt this much like I was watching an instant CLASSIC since probably the early screening I went to of Kill Bill Volume 1. And that was 23 long, long years ago.

So yeah, I don't care—fuck The Odyssey, fuck Obsession (even though I really, really like Obsession), fuck Spider-Man ... if you see ONE MOVIE THIS ENTIRE YEAR, you should make it Coyote vs. Acme. 

Fin.