The child in Russovoir felt like crying, and sure enough he didn't have enough innocence to do so. It didn't have that untainted, childlike idealism. Russovoir, however, always has an open mind when it comes to the curiosity of a plot, always carrying a shaker to put inside every film with a pinch of salt. The number of films Russovoir has watched, to equate, has come so far to still just a sachet.
"Let us keep [them] believing." is DreamWorks', and every seasonal film there is, particularly Christmas, especially the animated, constant reminder, a harmless imposition of the unreal, surreal, and the once truly felt gullible thrill. Now, Russovoir must be talking outside himself here because, he admits Rise of the Guardians did able the child in him frolic around the darkened room. Right, that must be it; it explains why Russovoir was so absorbed that even though there was absence of innocence, there was something - yes, he believes there was really something - that disabled boredom and derision.
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| "We'll always be here, in your heart." |
The story, was in fact, and Russovoir owes a high five to himself, surprisingly well-written. There were back stories that seem unavailable growing up; a reasonable perspective that seemed information unrealized for which Russovoir took by a handful because he's got nothing to lose on a film primarily for children.
The brilliance of this film can only been felt by whose mind, frankly one's personality that precedes them, kept and has been nurturing the child inside, preserves imagination and maybe, just for an hour or two, tidy oneself of depravity, experience, and mundanity in a small corner of the brain to make room for what is the refreshing story of the legendary guardians of hope, happiness, and Christmas spirit.
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