To this day my family uses "The Great Land of Small" as the basis of comparison for any film we disapprove of. Though details elude our memory, we recall an inexplicably cheerful little man and people in colored saran wrap. We fail to see what was "great" about the land, other than a volcano that burped glitter. Years after viewing it, we need only say the title to send everyone into fits of laughter and gagging sounds. This earns "The Great Land of Small" our resounding two thumbs way down. Were we to judge it on a star ratings system, it would be a black hole.
Review of The Great Land of Small
