A Wrinkle in Time is a gloriously bright, fun quest in which three children go looking for two of their father and end up becoming part of the unending fight against real evil. While many reviews have claimed that this movie is incomprehensible, not faithful to the book, or filled with unrelatable, unlikable characters, upon actually watching this film (as someone who was a huge fan of the books as a child), I found none of these things to be true. In fact, this movie is a wonderful, entertaining adaptation that had me crying at several points.
I sympathized with and adored Meg, I laughed with Calvin,
and I feared for Charles Wallace. Mr. Murray’s relationship with his wife is
deep and touching, and we can see the depth of their love for each other and
for their children. This movie is a beautiful offering to young women,
particularly young black women, as well as the smart young men who get erased
from media too often in favor of stereotypically aggressive forms of
masculinity. I walked out of the theatre feeling energized and moved, and
hoping, (intensely) that the studio gets on board with making A Wind in the Door and A Swiftly Tilting Planet to follow up.
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