I didn’t stop smiling once. The Magic Faraway Tree has that increasingly rare quality of feeling made with genuine affection rather than committee-approved whimsy. It’s warm, daft, and just enchanted enough without the sugar crash.
And Simon Farnaby? Fast becoming the funniest writer in family cinema. His writing gives the whole thing just the right mix of chaos and heart. It understands that childhood magic works best when it’s a little bit scruffy.