Movies like this make Hollywood blockbusters seem crass and unthoughtful (for lack of a better word). Not everything has to be larger than life or action-packed to be interesting. This movie is about one tiny episode of an ordinary kid’s life, about freezing time (nope, no hollywood styled race-against-time car chases), about magnifying the moment to savour the beauty of it all.

The premise is charming, and the execution well done. It’s thoughtful without being heavy, and there’s daft humour without being overly slapstick.

Imo, much of the beauty lies in Ben’s narration, which reads like a book. While it may be said that a picture speaks a thousand words, beauty may sometimes be more effectively put across through subtler means, like the spoken/written word.

It’s been quite a while since I’ve walked out of a movie theatre feeling truly satisfied with a movie I’ve seen. This movie made me feel good, not in the I-got-high-on-morphine-my-brain-is-numb kind of manner, but more because I was truly enchanted.