A Wrinkle in Time (2018)

mini review

Once upon a time, two screenwriters were high on different drugs while one described Madeline L’Engel’s book “A Wrinkle in Time” to the other, who then penned a script. 
Once sober, the second writer turned the script into a Disney exec who had also never read the book.
This exec decided that such an acid-trip-fueled film should be green-lit immediately.

That’s the only way I can fathom how 2018’s horrific film rendition of “A Wrinkle in Time” came to exist.
That said: I can give the movie credit for the “Avatar”-level scenery and color, which is quite possibly also a result of the acid.

I’m glad I waited to watch it at home, instead of spending money on a theater ticket.
Do yourself a favor and don’t waste any part of your life watching this.