My first impressions of The Odd Life of Timothy Green was that it was okay. I didn’t feel inspired, or have the kind of emotional response I expected. Still, there wasn’t really anything blatantly awful or annoying that ruined it for me.* I didn’t love it, or particularly hate it, and I thought it had a few really nice scenes.
After giving it some time to settle, I realized I did not like the movie at all. It has a promising concept that rests on that old “Disney magic'” we’ve come to love and accept. So when a kid grows out of the ground over night for a desperate couple who’ve planted a box full of their fantasy child’s dream qualities, you just go with it. Unfortunately, for as much heart as the little boy has, the film lacks depth and feels empty.
Joel Edgerton and Jennifer Garner play a couple that can’t conceive. They want to adopt and at an evaluation they pin all of their hope on this story that they have to tell about Timothy. Now, on the night that they found out that their last-ditch effort to have a kid failed, they decided that before they gave up, they would write down everything that their kid would have been. They plant a box full of these notes, a storm comes and out pops Timothy.
Timothy is a cute kid, played very nicely by CJ Adams. Girls are going to love him. This kid is everything they wanted but he grows leaves on his legs, which means they not only suddenly have a kid they need to explain to their small town, but they have a secret to hide. This is where things start to deteriorate for me. Possible spoilers ahead. Continue reading