I saw it Saturday and I really liked it. I thought Jim Carrey was a GREAT Grinch (though I did wonder what was up with his voice) and I thought the little girl who played Cindy Lou Who was cute as a button. The sets and costumes were fabulous and I LIKED the fact that there were tweaks in it that would appeal to adults but go over the head of kids – like the key party and the Grinch reading out of his DayRunner – “6 o’clock, wallow in self-pity; 6:30, explore the depths of self-loathing – but I could move that to 7 . . .”). It’s like when Sesame Street has “Monsterpiece Theater” with “your host, Alastair Cookie.” No kid knows who the hell Alastair Cooke is; the reference is for the grown-ups, and it keeps kids’ fare from being mind-numbingly boring and Barney-ized.
I did NOT like the inclusion of “bitchin’” and “shit,” which seems to me to be entirely gratuitous. I kind of assume that language was just thrown in to avoid a G rating. But what would be wrong with a G rating? It’s “How The Grinch Stole Christmas,” not “The Grinch Does Dallas.” I didn’t see any gratuitous sex, though; not even “too much kissing,” and the only gratuitous violence was the exploding car, run-away-in-slow-motion action-movie send-up, which was intentionally gratuitous.
I thought it was good. Not as good as say, Toy Story, but pretty good. I’d take my kids to it for sure – if I had any.