🎃 Leighton Trent 🎃’s review published on Letterboxd:
"So shines a good deed in a weary world."
Childhood nostalgia for days here. One of the few films we actually watched as a family. It means more to me than maybe it is actually good. What's amazing watching it as an adult though is how damn good it still is, how fantastical it is, and how well it's aged despite the obvious late 60's/early 70's visual trappings.
Seemed like a good way to start the new year with something that means so much to me.
Oh, also, Gene Wilder will always be a national treasure.