Here's the brutal truth: this is a cash-grab adaptation of a beloved children's book that nobody asked for. The 27% critic score tells you everything—this is formulaic, uninspired filmmaking that takes a brilliant premise (a kid who can draw anything into existence!) and turns it into forgettable family movie wallpaper.
The 89% audience score is misleading; it likely reflects parents who are just relieved their kids sat still for 90 minutes without nightmares afterward. The 2.2/5 Letterboxd rating from actual film watchers is more honest.
Is it safe? Sure. Will it hurt anyone? No. Will anyone remember it in a week? Also no. Your kids will probably sit through it without complaint, but you're essentially using screen time on empty calories. The original Harold books are short, imaginative, and actually delightful—read those instead and save yourself the cinematic mediocrity.
If you're desperate for something new on Netflix and have exhausted better options, fine. But this isn't a hidden gem or underrated family film. It's just... there.














