Ahoy, squirts! Quint here. I have not seen Yogi Bear. Unless a member of my family is kidnapped and the ransom is that I must watch Yogi Bear in a theater I will not watch that movie, which looks to be the most horrible cash-in piece of crap made this year.
But then I saw this brilliant piece of work by Edmund Earle that actually makes me kinda want to watch Yogi Bear, even though I know there is not a projectionist in the world cool enough to replace the movie's ending with the below.
It's really something and I just had to share it. Enjoy!