Christopher Robin

In the right hands, this might have been great.

Although it lacks the sustained, crazy logic of a first-rate flight of imagination, it's still witty and affecting.

A charming imagining of the adult life of the boy from the Hundred Acre Wood.

The film is charming, even with the usual Disney paw prints on the themes. Forster handles the comedy with skill and the sentiment with restraint.

It's a heavy-handed, unsatisfying experience. A more apt title would be Melancholy and the Infinite Childhood.

A better title for this entry, the first of the Disney Poohs to be live action (although neither word in that phrase is an apt descriptor), would be Winnie the Pooh and the Unfilled Zoloft Prescription.

Disney has made another uninspired live-action version of a heartwarming character by relying on derivative ideas, and the result amounts to an unabashed cash-grab dependent on name-brand awareness.

You're going to feel like a kid again, and you're going to leave a wiser adult.

Children might not get it, although I'm sure they will enjoy the stuffed characters, but adults will understand the curious tale about the importance of old friends and embracing the inner child.

Christopher Robin takes us into Hundred Acre Wood for the first time in a grand live-action scale.