The movie, like a day at Disney World, pulls the viewer through an incessant, nigh-claustrophobic landscape of surrealism and fun. Resistance is futile; the sugar is the medicine. Maybe Andrews deserved the Oscar after all: Her perfectly pitched sense of refinement—walking the tightrope between encouraging silliness and holding it in check—would help even a stuffy, nonagenarian bank president feel more like a kid at play than the parent of that kid, dragging his feet through Magic Kingdom.
Jaime N. Christley
January 08, 2014