A childless couple bury a box in their backyard, containing all of their wishes for an infant. Soon, a child is born, though Timothy Green is not all that he appears.
Odd is exactly the right word for this curious experience.
This is wholesome whimsy, but only the very green can fail to spot where the plot is heading after the first leaf drops and the symbolism needs pruning.
The midway point between A.I. and Diary Of A Wimpy Kid. It has quirky charm and a tender heart, but the treacly sentiment may become wearisome.
A bizarre parable about parenting, the picture is nicely acted and occasionally touching but the lugubrious story is both dull and preposterous.
A slice of retro whimsy, it’s rooted to nothing in particular and is inoffensive in every way except its overwhelming blandness.
A gooey mess, but not an entirely dislikable one.
Leave it alone .
There is something so glutinous, infantile and regressive about this film; it has a saccharine quality in its eeuuww-factor.
Has ever a film battled more fruitlessly against the creepiness of its own premise than The Odd Life of Timothy Green?
The director Peter Hedges once made a sprightly indie debut called Pieces of April; now he's making pieces of junk.
Painfully sentimental.
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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