There was a very hot question before, when did you realize that you had grown up? The answers are varied, and each seems to have its own reasons, but in summary, everyone has lost their love for children. This problem for me is that I no longer believe in the beauty of innocence. Although I know that the world of children is very simple, I don't want to go back to that era. Growing up makes me feel a different kind of happiness.
"Christopher Robin" puts the character of Winnie the Pooh into the real world. A boy Robin, who has grown up, meets his childhood partner Winnie again, and finally finds his happiness in a messy work life. A very idealized story, a story that will not happen.
The film puts Robin's childhood in a hundred-acre forest. This forest is a paradise. The film allows Robin to return to the hundred-acre forest when he becomes an adult. When he looks at childhood from the perspective of an adult, What he found was the once innocent self. Nothing has changed in the Hundred Acre Wood, even his childhood playmates, Pooh, Piglet, Donkey, and Tigger are waiting for him. In this most innocent place, he found himself again, and he began to let go Heavy work to love family, love life.
The story is beautiful, but I still have to ask, and then what?
If it weren't for the film, when Robin grew up doing nothing, then he would lose his job, and the adult who lost his job would not be able to take care of his life. What can we talk about happiness? When the older Robin lost his job and hung out in the Hundred Acre Forest every day like he was a child, would he be happy? Obviously not.
So instead of asking "Who will be waiting for me when I return to the Hundred Acre Forest?", what we need to ask is, do we still need the Hundred Acre Forest waiting for us to go back? Will we still get happiness from running hide-and-seek every day?
As adults, we obviously need higher-order pleasures. This kind of happiness is not eating, drinking, sleeping, and sleeping, but a sense of accomplishment after struggle; this kind of happiness may not be obtained by buying a hundred dolls, but through your own efforts, you can buy a hundred dolls for your second daughter. From this level, I think this kind of puppet stuffing into a live-action movie is meaningless. Why can't it be good in childhood and stay in childhood?
Fairy tales are written for children. When they grow up, adults no longer believe in fairy tales, but they are keen to weave fairy tales for themselves. If it is said that letting children read fairy tales is to keep children pure and happy to perceive the world, then why is it that we weave fairy tales for ourselves? What's the point of growing up if we ourselves can't feel joy in what we do every day?
Recommendation index: three stars
Suitable for the crowd: everyone
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