When I was a little kid I remember sitting down in front of the TV as a friendly face greeted me and asked if I would be his neighbour. There was something so very comforting about his look, his manner, and the words he used. From there we would have a visit from trolly and head off to the land of make believe and so much more.
I don’t think I want to see this movie. Is that strange? Is it okay to keep cherished memories just the way they are? Do you want to dig up that magical treasure chest of childhood thoughts, dreams and wishes, crack it open and dump all the grown-up stuff in on top of it?
I don’t know how I feel about this movie. I don’t know if I want to toss extra ingredients into my memory stew. My recollections of Mr. Rogers are good just the way they are. Safe. Warm. Comforting. Happy over all. Movies these days have way too much reality and emotion attached. I don’t think I want to open the crypt and mess with the remains of happy childhood thoughts. It just doesn’t seem right.
“But Nic, it’s got Tom Hanks as Mr. Rogers.”
………………………………………………………….. Damn. Now I think I have to see it.
