Zoinks! Jinkies! Ruh Roh! What else you got. It’s a Scooby Doo movie. A hard R rating for revenge, skin peeling, slow motion bullets flying through skulls, and one guilty pup that would just as soon nibble a crime scene corpse as chow down a giant comical sandwich. He’s a dog, Fred. He can’t help it sometimes. This movie is about defining yourself for yourself, when the world denies you dignity, agency, and identity. This is the new Scooby Doo movie. Ruh roh, indeed, my friend.
GHOST PARTY! 