Christopher Robin (2018)
Cast
- Ewan McGregor as Christopher Robin
- Hayley Atwell as Evelyn Robin
- Mark Gatiss as Giles Winslow
- Jim Cummings as Winnie the Pooh / Tigger (voice)
- Nick Mohammed as Piglet (voice)
- Peter Capaldi as Rabbit (voice)
- Brad Garrett as Eeyore (voice)
- Bronte Carmichael as Madeline Robin
- Sophie Okonedo as Kanga (voice)
- Toby Jones as Owl (voice)
Director
- Marc Forster
Writer (based on the characters created by)
- A.A. Milne
- Ernest Shepard
Writer (story)
- Greg Brooker
- Mark Steven Johnson
Writer
- Allison Schroeder
- Alex Ross Perry
- Tom McCarthy
Cinematographer
- Matthias Koenigswieser
Editor
- Matt Chesse
Composer
- Jon Brion
- Geoff Zanelli
Adventure, Animation, Comedy
120 minutes
One of the problems with “Christopher Robin” is right there in the
title. Compared to his stuffed playthings, Christopher Robin is the
least memorable character in the Hundred Acre Wood-set tales penned by
A.A. Milne and illustrated by E. H. Shepard. And we don’t even get him
as the imaginative, precocious child overlord of Milne’s stories.
Instead, Christopher appears in the guise of 47-year-old Ewan McGregor,
a man who, in his own words, has not thought about his old pal
Winnie-the-Pooh in thirty years. So why does Pooh, a figment of
Christopher’s young imagination, return to him after all these years?
Because Disney wants your money, of course. I don’t begrudge their need
for greed; I just wish they hadn’t given us yet another movie built on
the pseudo-psychological cliché that adults need to reconnect with their
childhoods in order to be better adults.
After a brief recap of the most famous moments in Pooh’s history,
“Christopher Robin” settles into the present day. Pooh and his friends
are living their best lives in the Hundred Acre Wood. They have accepted
that Christopher has grown up and moved on to London. We see Pooh
change from his pajamas into his familiar and very short red shirt (it’s
odd that he wears more clothes to bed than he does when he’s roaming
the streets, but I digress). Armed with his usual hungry tummy rumble,
Pooh sets off to mooch hunny from his friends, only to find that
everyone has mysteriously disappeared.
Meanwhile, in the adult world, we learn that Christopher has grown up, gotten married to a woman named Evelyn (Hayley Atwell) and had a daughter name Madeline (a very good Bronte Carmichael).
He works a miserable job in Winslow Luggage Factory and is shown to be a
World War II veteran. Whoever thought it was a good idea to put violent
war footage of the main character into a children’s film must know more
about feel-good kiddie films than I do. But again, I digress.
I
dawdle because I don’t want to tell you that Christopher is a rather
horrible person. He’s a workaholic who neglects his kid and frowns on
any notion of playtime she may be harboring. (His idea of bedtime
reading involves history books, not “Treasure Island.”) Despite her
pleas, he intends to ship her off to boarding school. Making matters
worse, Chris’ marriage is on the rocks because he and Evelyn are not
doing that thing I can’t talk about in a review of a children’s movie.
Worst of all, the luggage factory is failing financially due to lack of
travel after the war, so Christopher must fire a good portion of the
factory workers. This last item prevents him from going away for the
weekend with his family, who is so used to his broken promises that they
don’t even pack him a suitcase.
For reasons unexplained, Pooh
needs Christopher to help him find his friends Piglet, Eeyore, Rabbit,
Owl, Tigger, Kanga and Roo. So when he shows up in London, having gone
through Christopher’s tree in the Hundred Acre Wood, his former
benefactor thinks he’s losing his mind. Once he’s accepted the
situation, however, Christopher Robin sees Pooh as another problem he
doesn’t have time to solve. But unlike Paddington Bear (whose movie is
one of this year’s best), Pooh isn’t going to last 45 seconds in London.
So Christopher Robin has to personally deliver him back to the Hundred
Acre Wood, which requires returning to the same old house where Madeline
and Evelyn are vacationing.
The travel scenes, and the return visit to the Hundred Acre Wood,
are pleasant enough, with McGregor doing a fine job of credibly selling
the reunion between him and his stuffed pals. Each of your favorite
characters is brought to life in special effects I thought looked
exceptionally creepy, but your mileage may vary. Their personalities
remain intact, and McGregor interacts with each of them with an
admirable amount of happiness and joy.
This joy is short-lived,
of course, because adulthood isn’t all fun and games. In fact, it stinks
on ice. Christopher Robin has major league problems that the childlike,
innocent Pooh and his crew are just not equipped to handle let alone
supplement. That’s my biggest issue here. As a kid, the last thing you
probably wanted during playtime was for it to be invaded by adults. Even
though the characters are pulled into Christopher’s real-life universe,
it feels as if reality has invaded the Hundred Acre Wood and sullied
it. The film’s Madeline-led climax, a mad race to save Christopher’s
ability to fire people, feels like a case where the children have to
raise the adults.
By now, you’re probably saying I should just
change my name to OdiEeyore Henderson. And I’m fine with that, because I
love Eeyore. He was my favorite character as a kid. My mother used to
say I had the hyperactivity of Tigger and the miserableness of Eeyore,
which is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. My partner in
attitude is rendered magnificently by the voice of Brad Garrett. As Eeyore, he gets the best lines, which I would expect from a script co-written by misery specialist Alex Ross Perry, and Garrett digs into them with a hilarious mixture of pathos and pessimism. And Jim Cummings’
voice-work as Pooh is also superb, a warm and cozy nostalgic throwback
to Sterling Holloway that’s as comforting as Pooh’s favorite food.
Back in 1991, Steven Spielberg’s “Hook”
tried to bring a grown Peter Pan, and all his adult problems, back to
Neverland. It was a bad idea despite the fact that Neverland is
well-matched with the more messed up parts of the adult male psyche. By
contrast, the Hundred Acre Wood—Heffalumps notwithstanding—felt safer
and more immune to intrusions from scary adulthood. Even at its most
amusing—and there are moments when it is downright
hilarious—“Christopher Robin” can’t reconcile its darkness and its
light. But if these folks want to write an Eeyore movie that stays
firmly planted in the Wood, I’ll be first in line to see it.
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