Of all the times Hollywood tried to realize the strange and wonderful world of the good Dr. Seuss, almost 100 percent of the time they got it horribly wrong. But it can’t rain all the time, as Eric Draven would say, and aside from The Lorax, the only other beaming ray of sunshine in the gloom of Dr. Seuss films is the Christmas masterpiece, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, magically voiced and sung by Boris Karloff. Cartoon geniuses Chuck Jones and Ben Washam bring Whoville to life in all its twisty, pastel painted glory. The Whos are busting ass to get ready for Christmas, but scowling and scoffing above them is the Grinch, green a-hole intent on getting his hate on, until he schemes up a plan to srew those Whos and snatch their Christmas out from under them. With the help of his reindeer dog and a ramshackle sleigh, the Grinch sails into Whoville and jacks the festivities, even the crumbs for the mice (what a jerk!), but a change of heart causes him to see the error of his ways. The original is fantastic in the exact same number of ways that the Jim Carey version sucks, which is roughly four thousand and twelve ways. From the pitch perfect voice of Karloff, to the moment when his Grinch heart grows and breaks the metal measuring frame, How the Grinch Stole Christmas is a holiday treat meant to be had by all. Merry Christmas.