Bedtime Stories is an adventure comedy about a hotel handyman whose life is changed forever when the bedtime stories he tells his niece and nephew start to mysteriously come true. When he tries to help his family by telling one outlandish tale after another, it's the kids' unexpected contributions that turn all their lives upside down.This heartwarming yet comical movie reminds me of the stories we tell to ourselves. How many stories do we often tell ourselves?
Not many, as I recollect. I wondered - why are we not telling more stories to ourselves? Are we boring grown-ups who do not believe in imagination and visualisation? Are we just too drawn into our daily routine that we lost the will to break free from it?And even if we tell ourselves bedtime stories, how many times did we allow the kids (and the surroundings) to take control of our stories? Maybe we are not convinced by our own stories that our fate is left in their destiny?
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