I am particularly enthralled by the gentle movie. The movie that holds me tenderly for two hours and then lets me go somewhat reluctantly from the escape and the enjoyment. I often feel disoriented after such a movie and am, in some ways, disinclined to walk away from the delightful diversion and to re-enter my every day.
Simon and I decided that we would address the pneumonia-and-eczema-blues this afternoon with a trip to the movies. The family consensus was an afternoon showing of Saving Mr. Banks. There will be absolutely no spoiler from this movie-lover but, suffice it to say, it was one of the most delightful movies I have seen in a very long time. Emma Thompson delivers a stunning performance and Tom Hanks is a wonderful Walt Disney. And, with a particular weakness for the powerful supporting actor, I would say that Paul Giamatti just about stole the show for me.
I stumbled from the movie theatre over three hours ago with a full heart and puffy eyes. And, three hours later, I still feel utterly captivated by the story of the surprising chain of events that brought one of my all-time favourite movies to the Disney screen.