🍿 Watched: The Twits (2025), an attempt to draw out Roald Dahl’s slender book about an insufferable couple into a 100-minute feature film. In the process, they made a truly classical piece of Netflix polished excrement.

What they should have done was a series of short vignettes, Tom & Jerry style, that could have all been physical comedy with hardly a spoken word. Booba and Gudetama — both streaming on the same service — are good examples. But no, the movie that is nominally about the Twits instead revolves around 10-year-old orphans who behave like adults and magical creatures that belong to Dr Seuss more than to anything Dahl wrote. Even the eponymous couple behaves altogether differently than in the books: the Twits I know would never have cooperated long enough to build a fully (if barely) functioning theme park.

My own children — two of whom have read the book — quickly saw past the gimmick and lost interest despite the beautiful animation and a million things happing all at once for the sake of keeping their attention. In contrast, they have seen — of their own volition — The Mitchels versus the Machines, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse and more or less the entire Studio Ghibli repertoire countless times. With all of those still available, what exactly was the point of The Twits?