You know, it’s funny. Saving Mr. Banks was given the impossibly raised expectations sentence by the time it screened at the London Film Festival a day ago. The critics are mostly positive on it, with no negatives. But the interesting thing about it is how the non-critics reacted to it. Here are some tweets: I am a total emotional wreck. #SavingMrBanks is INCREDIBLE. Please please go and see it. Holy cow. — Carrie Hope Fletcher (@CarrieHFletcher) October 20, 2013 If you only see one film this year see Saving Mr Banks. Absolutely incredible film. Beautiful. — Daran Little (@DaranLittle) October 21, 2013 As for the reviews, I don’t many of them warrant attention, at least not yet. Though I did find this pull-quote from the Hollywood Reporter’s review about Emma Thompson: In a part once mooted for Meryl Streep, Emma Thompson takes charge of the central role of the waspish P.L. Travers with an authority that makes you wonder how anybody else could ever have been considered. Firing off withering, perfectly timed put-downs in a musical Received Pronunciation accent (disguising the character’s Australian origins), with the confident stride of a governess tidying up the nursery, she’s a fearsome figure of feminine steeliness. There’s an echo here of Sandra Bullock’s Tiger Mom in Hancock’s The Blind Side, except that Travers is considerably less maternal, despite being a children’s writer. When a woman with a babe-in-arms on the plane to Los Angeles offers to move her own hand luggage to make room for Travers’ bag, she offers no thanks and only asks if “the child will be a nuisance” on the flight.