Review of Shrek 5.
I’m Literally Shaking in My Kitchen: Why Shrek 5 Broke Me in Ways I Wasn't Ready For Poster of Shrek 5 I don’t even know where to begin. Maybe with the smell of the theater? It smelled like stale artificial butter and that weirdly chemical carpet cleaner they use to scrub away the footsteps of thousands of people who just want to escape their lives for two hours. I sat in Row G, Seat 14. The seat squeaked every time I shifted my weight. To my left, there was a couple who looked about my age—late twenties, early thirties—holding hands so tightly their knuckles were white. To my right, three teenagers were giggling and whispering, probably only there because of the memes. They didn't grow up with a bulky CRT television in their playroom, waiting for the VHS tape to rewind while staring at the green plastic casing of the original Shrek tape. They didn’t know the exact sequence of the trailers before the movie started. But about forty minutes into Shrek 5 , those kids stoppe...
