All we are saying is give Smurf a chance.

Oh, god. Who comes up with this stuff? Get your popcorn, kiddies; it's time for a Smurf snuff film. One put out by Unicef, no less.

The short film pulls no punches. It opens with the Smurfs dancing, hand-in-hand, around a campfire and singing the Smurf song. Bluebirds flutter past and rabbits gambol around their familiar village of mushroom- shaped houses until, without warning, bombs begin to rain from the sky.

Tiny Smurfs scatter and run in vain from the whistling bombs, before being felled by blast waves and fiery explosions. The final scene shows a scorched and tattered Baby Smurf sobbing inconsolably, surrounded by prone Smurfs.

I'm hoping for Smurf versions of Deliverance, Natural Born Killers, and Pulp Fiction, myself.