Dear Disney .. people,
First of all, I wanted to thank you. As a young girl, my mother forced me to read Bridge to Terabithia. My mother had a rule that I must read every Newberry Award winner, and this book was no exception. And although I did, and I’m a better person for it (thank you, Momma!), life happened and I grew up.
I vaguely remember names and titles of books, but very rarely can I recall complete storylines.
So when I convinced my husband to take my young stepson and I to see your film of the same name, I was enthralled. Much like I had been jaded to life, I had forgotten how much magic could be found in the everyday. I was the girl who believed in fairies, the girl who thought she had the power to change stoplights with her breath, the girl who ruled kingdoms in her backyard. I was the girl who worked with words and fantasy storylines to get through life.
I was the girl who found solace through writing.
I had forgotten.
Now, having said all of that, I had also forgotten the pivotal point of the book, the point which I OBVIOUSLY PUSHED OUT OF MY MEMORY. THE PART THAT HAD THE ENTIRE THEATRE IN HYSTERICS.
OHMYGOD. Could you not have Disney-fied that up? Just a little bit?!
(I won’t spoil it for the rest of you. But be forewarned, this movie is NOT for small children.)
I guess this is, overall, a note of thanks. Sometimes in life, we need to be reminded that trolls have hearts, that ropes can be magic, and that we have to make magic where we can’t find it.
