7-year old Gavin and I went this afternoon to see The Odd Life of Timothy Green. At Rotten Tomatoes only 38% of the 78 "professional" critics liked the movie but 75% of the 12-thousand audience members who posted an opinion liked the movie.
This is really a case of the "professionals" lacking the touch of the everyman (or woman). It is a moving story about the feelings and dreams that parents have for a child, and about a child who more than fulfills their wishes. It is about the seasons of life and about never quitting. It is about giving love to get love. It is about how funny we are. Throughout the film, Gavin cuddled with me, and I went through several tissues. I'll give the film a 5-tissue rating. More of the "professional" critics need more schmaltz in their empty lives.