This PG-rated literary biopic “Goodbye Christopher Robin” might sound
like a perfectly fine choice for family night at the movies, given that
it is in large part an origin tale about that beloved ursine superstar
Winnie-the-Pooh. For anyone who has read aloud A.A. Milne’s sing-song
wordplay to sleepy tykes at bedtime, the film’s title likely summons
visions of a honey-craving bear, a sweet-natured piglet, a sullen donkey
and an energetic tiger bouncing alongside their pint-size human
pal—inspired by the author’s own son—as they share adventures in the 100
Acre Wood. Wrong. This is a tale repleat with sadness, trauma, war, and the consequences of both PTSD and the seeking of fame.
The good thing about it is that it is a story that resonates. It has the strength of being true behind it and life is messy, so the movie that tells a true story is bound to be messy. The bad part is that you will never quite look at the bear and his friends quite the same again, so do not let a child who is still enthralled with them watch this just yet.
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