Tosses out the very sentiments that make Beatrix Potter’s work so beloved and so enduring in favor of the sullen bratty championing of cruelty and disenchantment. Nihilistic money-grubbing garbage.
And finds a helluva lot of fantasy…
There is such kindness here, such humanity, such warmth and optimism. This is a fantasy of unique scope and astonishing emotional depth beneath the silliness.
The state of women onscreen these days is so bad that a neutral score of zero is actually a positive! [This post is not behind the paywall.]
In honor of Paddington Bear’s arrival on the big screen, there’s a bunch of decorated Paddingtons hanging out around London.
Adorable. So witty and compassionate and bittersweet and just the right little bit of snarky that you will cry tears of joy from the perfection of it.