When my son was 4, he was obsessed with sharks. There wasn’t a piece of clothing he owned without a shark on it — he was even a shark for Halloween that year.
When I learned that Disney’s Christopher Robin was coming to the Box, I immediately thought, “What to do, what to do, what to do?” The movie stars Ewan McGregor and is all about the little boy who used to pal around with Winnie the Pooh
In The Darkest Minds, a mutant teenage fugitive strives to outwit an oppressive government in a dystopian future where a pandemic has killed most of America’s children and left the surviving children with psychic powers. Sound intriguing enough? We think so.
As a mom of two young kids, I must admit that whenever I hear a new animated or otherwise family-friendly movie is about to be released, I experience a brief moment of dread.
Last night I watched our video monitor in amazement while my three-year-old daughter, in bed for the night, rolled around with her stuffed animals singing, “We will … we will… ROCK YOU!” I kid you not.