Disney’s greatest cult hit for a reason, Goofy’s solo outing is a masterclass in effective storytelling — and in father-son relations.
The future of cinema — one dominated by a sole company pumping out endless recreations of their classics — seems bleak. But the true blight here is how they’re squandering what remakes can do.
I can open your eyes, take you deja vu by deja vu.
Three hours. Three people. A whole lot of movies to digest.
“It’s just a matter of how you look at it,” said one character in Disney’s Christopher Robin. In a way, it feels as though the movie is imploring viewers to tilt their heads, perhaps turn the movie this way and that, for a better picture of its fillings and finish.