Want to destroy your childhood? Watch this damn movie.
No, really. This movie will destroy the very idea of childhood wonder for you in less than two hours.
The movie begins with the introduction of the writer A.A. Milne (Domhnall Gleeson), of Winne the Pooh fame. This film starts off before any of that. Oh no, this film starts off with a somewhat broken man returning home from World War I to a very distant woman (Margo Robbie as Daphne Milne).
I guess I can understand the reasoning for the psychology movement as a whole after scenarios as this one has been portrayed in this manner. Yes, this is before PTSD was considered a disease. But still. I get it.
Daphne (Robbie) decides to have a child to bring her husband around. Because, you know, apparently that's what this generation though children would do: fix their marriages.
The family eventually moves out of London's West End and into Sussex, which looks like it was ripped from the pages of storybooks.
OH WAIT, IT WAS.
Anyway, Daphne gets frustrated and goes away for a few days at the same time the nanny needs to tend to her sick mother. AA Milne and his son, Christopher Robin Milne, YES REALLY, are alone for the first time together.
Dinners are burned, arguments are worked through, and the father and son come to a sort of fun-understanding with one another.
Then, A.A. Milne needs to go and ruin it by turning their play time into a story, naming one of the lead characters after his own son, and then thrusting him into the spotlight.
See what I mean? Therapy movement: I GET IT NOW!
Will Tilston is an emotive little man as the younger Christopher Robin, let me tell you. Sheesh, he had me in awe and daydreaming one moment and then terrified at a crowd the next! Like, this kid is going places for freaking sure!
The direction that Simon Curtis went in feels like he though out the exact moments of when your heart would shatter.
I will say I have a general comment that is giving me the impression I need to be concerned about Domhnall Gleeson's ever-growing repertoire of being a male character who is basically turning into a eunuch. The man has really never played a smoldering love interest and I'm curious if that's his doing or if he's being typecast. Like, it's cool to be a Tom Hanks type, if that's what you're going for, yanno?
I do have to say, I appreciate Margot Robbie's attempt at a British accent. She has a lot of the right vowels in the right places but, and I love this about her, she appears to have added in sort of an Audrey Hepburn kind of breath about her. I really dig it and yes, I freaking know that Audrey Hepburn isn't British. I mean that Trans-Atlantic vibe she's going with.
I don't have anything bad to say about this movie. I thought the acting was great on everyone's parts; special shout-out to Alex Lawther for once again, coming into a project and getting little screen time, as the older Christopher Robin, but knowing exactly how to get a job done.
Either way, check it out today!
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