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A cartoonish look at life...
I could never understand why Rudolph would care if he was allowed to play with the other reindeer. If you ask me they were nothing but a bunch (actually a herd) of insecure, immature name-calling jerks who felt inferior because Rudolph had the only normal name of any of them. I mean, come on, Dancer? Prancer? Comet? Vixen? Dasher? Blitzen? Cupid? Besides that, what kind of games do reindeer play anyway? Seems to me that any game played with a ball, or even any board game would require an opposable thumb, and therefore the activities would be severely limited. So instead of whining about it Rudolph would have been wise to keep in mind the classic quote from Grouch Marx: “I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.” Let’s face it; Rudolph didn’t need all of the others anyway because as we all know, he was so much brighter than the rest
of the them.
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Narratively, the movie is similar to a casino game: you're not sure where you are and the house has the advantage.