There’s something truly magical about “The Secret Garden.” Unlike Gillian Armstrong’s “Little Women,” which will be released next year, this is a poignant and soulful adaptation of a classic that will pass classification as a children’s story ( especially little girls and young women) and really embrace the original material of the weight.
Adapted by Caroline Thompson (“Edward Scissorhands,” “The Nightmare Before Christmas” and “The Addams Family”) and directed by Agnieszka Holland, it’s part children’s story and part haunting Gothic. Parts of it really freaked me out, though admittedly unlike something like “The Changeling” (which I also watched as a kid… somehow). Instead of terrifying ghosts drifting through the abandoned halls of Misselthwaite, the manor is haunted by the pain of the past. Peeling wallpaper, dusty jewelry, and forgotten rooms all tell the story of a past that has been literally locked up because of the pain it brought with it. It was a grave, and one that we were introduced to through the eyes of a 10-year-old orphan girl who had never had friends.
In that regard, I always relate to Mary Lennox. That’s right, I was never a Victorian orphan sent to live in the Yorkshire moors with her estranged uncle only to find out she had a similarly abandoned cousin. But, I was alone a lot when I was a kid. I had loving parents, I was encouraged to make friends with people, all the good stuff, but I never liked socializing. I was always a bit too intense, too strict with a strange sense of humour. I yearn to connect deeply, so watching Mary’s growth was a great outlet for me.
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