You know them Jeremy Kyle peoples who have them feral brats?
Well, it would seem that 5 years growing up in the wilderyness by wolves and spectral solitary fruit pickers is far better than being brought up On Benefits by them self same Scummy Mummies with their Foxy Bingo and Gash In The Attic.
or something.
Anyhoo, at least the bitey wolverine offspring get to be palmed off on the nommable sexy stepmom of Rock Goddessery.
Although I wouldn't mind the Rock Chick palming me off, if you know what I mean (and I'm sure that you do, and if you don't - there's something seriously wrong with you. But then, there's something seriously wrong with Xym, otherwise he wouldn't be watching sexy sirens of the silver screen and then blogging about them palming him off. As in Ms Palm and her 5 daughters. or some such.)
No wonder the ancient old crone got all well jel with that hanging about the place!
Damn good film, and an unpredictable ending (with shades of the original ending of That Pickynick At Hanging Rock. Albeit with metamophosial moths instead of transmutating lizards).
