With a little more bite than a first glance at the seemingly familiar images of tweeds, tea and crumpet might suggest this is a decently modulated exercise on the sometimes arbitrary nature of creation and unsought celebrity [Pooh parodied as Bindweed in Milne’s Two People]. Yet it all remains skin deep with a diffuse narrative flirting around and never settling for long. It’s a wooly jumper, but fits well enough.
Kelly McDonald is wonderful as the nanny. Unfortunately the parents are far beneath her in acting chops; they are so awkward and cringe-inducing. Possibly the director thought if he never let them hug or show affection, the movie would have more "British" tension. Instead, the parents are so immobile as to look ridiculous. Brits do hug now and then! The makeup was oddly done: I could see powder on everyone's face.
"Keep your memories and I'll keep mine and that way we'll always be together."
This story is so close to the today's reality..and this is so sad because Christopher Robin was born in 1920; we are in 2018 and still parents are more preocupied to be "famous" and "known" to notice that they are absent in their children life...and when they "wake up" it's too late..because the child has a hole that won't be filled.
I felt so much anger watching this in the first forty minutes. I disagreed with the director's approach, how he kept things so rigid. But then happily the story finds its big heart and suddenly i was transported back to childhood.
That kid was super funny and so cute. I liked Kelly Macdonald for her accent, energy and her kindness. She is totally opposite to Margot Robbie who adjusted an ugly character.