When I saw your movie trailer during Big Hero 6, my eyes rolled. Yes, I confess, the most pretentious of gestures was cast in your direction. As I saw you surf down a set of stairs in a clawfoot tub, I gaffawed. “Great,” I thought, “Another great childhood memory destoryed by Hollywood.” From that moment on I all but cast you to the curb, bluecoat and all, standing under a cartoon raincloud.
Little did I know would be eating my pompous words, and saying “I was wrong! I’m sorry, take me back!” Your movie was magical! Director Paul King brought out the child in me and I was taken on a magical journey by a cute, marmalade-eating, British bear, and I loved every minute of it. Granted my experience may have been enhanced by my adorable niece cuddling up to me as the mean Millicent pursued you ruthlessly, but I digress. I owe you an apology, good sir. I misjudged you and abandoned you, just as Henry tried to do. We have now both learned our lessons!
Thank you for taking the time to prove me wrong. Thank you for introducing me to your lovely new family, the Browns. Next time you’re in town at my local theater I will surely come and see you.
Regards and humble apologies,