Oh me. Oh my. Have you seen the Netflix production of The Little Prince yet? Because it’s my new favorite.
Of course the book by Antoine de Saint-Exupery is amazeballs, too, so I wouldn’t expect any less.
And the film is oh, so perfect for a family movie night. I’m not kidding, I belly laughed at Jeff Bridges’ Aviator and cried alligator tears at the end. I think you will, too.
Because what could be better than a story about a story?
It’s not often that a film surprises me. But since I hadn’t read the book by James Patterson and Chris Tebbetts, this one did.
I love reading about and watching films about coming-of-age stories (obviously), so I was pumped to catch Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life. Plus, middle school really was the worst years of my life, so I figured I’d totally relate.
What surprised me about this movie was its depth. I wasn’t expecting it. I was expecting another piece of coming-of-age fluff. This movie wasn’t that. It appeared to be at first, albeit with fabulous acting (I’ve adored Lauren Graham since Gilmore Girls) and an amazing script, but then it showed its depth and made me love it even more.