So Nanny McPhee is based off of a series of books unread by me called Nurse Matilda. In this version, there is a family of one father and seven children, all children very clever but all very, Very, VERY, naughty. It's been that way at the Brown residence since Mother died. Their father, Cedric, played by Colin Firth who seems to work at some sort of funeral parlour with hilarious assistants, now doesn't really have time for them anymore and has been hiring nannies to look after their children, but their children keep scaring them off. How? Well, three days, eight hours and forty-seven minutes into their seventeenth nanny, Nanny Western, they tricked her into thinking they deep fried and ate their own baby sister, which got rid of her twenty-three hours and thirty seven minutes quicker than the last one. There are other people living with the children, like Evangeline, their scullery maid that loves them but being paid to do so and the children want someone like Mother who'll love them sans payment. Their cook played by a spectacular Imelda Staunton certainly doesn't suffice either. Not only that, but their Great Aunt Adelaide who pays their rent thinks that Cedric now has too many children and is threatening to pull their second youngest child, Christy, out of the house. The person you need is Nanny McPhee. And don't worry, that's only the first ten minutes of this movie.
This film has a screenplay so gorgeous, the camera angles and dialogue so believable yet hilariously ridiculous that I think this is the best movie ever made put into the timeline of the 19th century. The movie also has an element of kids being asked to do what they're told but how they want to rebel. I remember as a kid I couldn't believe how the children, especially Simon (Thomas Sangster of Phineas and Ferb and the incredible Maze Runner movies) had so much courage to be brats. They make the Naughties from The Smurfs 2 look like Matilda Wormwood, yet the way they grow through being taken care of rather than handled, sort of, by Nanny McPhee and their reflections on their problem with their house and their father's marriage is understanding and growing. Maturing and developing at an accelerated rate. This movie might have been a mind-wandering one if it looked the way most movies in this time period are; dim and colourless. This movie has funhouse colours everywhere from the cupboards to the pastries to the rugs to the outfits. And whenever it didn't make me laugh or put a surprise up on the screen like magic, it is heartbreaking, or the characters feel stuck only being able to make one choice but find a better way in the end. Simon accuses his father of never listening, plain and simple with the statement acted right on the money, and even though I'm a teenager and I've always rooted for Simon in that scene, I could understand their father's frustration as well.
Nanny McPhee is the prefect family film where the children are seemingly forced to do what they're told but not only will it not infuriate kids imagining them this way, but it'll do the exact opposite and make them feel capable of whatever they please, including understanding and trusting their parents. But bottom line, I tend to not care about all that as much if I didn't enjoy myself, and I loved every moment of this crazy jazz extravaganza.