Loved this so much I forgot my favourite lip balm in the screening room and don’t care. The beauty of all your favourite New Yorker covers, the playfulness of the most wonderful Winnie the Pooh stories (and the 2011 meta interactions, crucially) and the everlasting sincerity of Goscinny and Sempé’s most simple and loveable work. Great fun but also so great on grief, on Jews, on how to grow up and life forever. My fave so far!















