I have to brace myself for probably sobbing through this entire movie, because I didn’t appreciate Mr. Rogers when I was a kid. Oh, I watched the show, of course, but didn’t always want to admit how much I liked it. There were cooler programs, and I was nothing if not self-conscious. But he was by all accounts such a wonderful person, and that show was full of love and imagination and kindness; I’m sad the beans didn’t grow up with Fred Rogers, too. Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood isn’t the same. In summary: gonna get sniffly.

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