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Best AnimationFamily | 2008
Best Performance in a Feature Film Leading Young Actor | 2008 | Zach
Best Original Score for a FantasyScience Fiction Film | 2007 | Aaron
Box Office Collection 69,474,661 USD
Natalie Portman learned to play the piano for her role.
Dustin Hoffman originated Mr. Magorium's hairdo, bushy eyebrows, and lisping vocals. According to Hoffman, when he first tried the voice out on writer-director Zach Helm and two of the producers, "they freaked".
Molly Mahoney and Edward Magorium start jumping on the mattresses on the count of "triscadecaphobia," the fear of the number thirteen.
Natalie Portman and Jason Bateman sympathized with ten-year-old Zach Mills, who had to "go to school" during breaks in filming throughout the day. Portman and Bateman each started their careers as children: Bateman started working on television as a preteen in the early 1980s, and Portman started acting in films as a preteen in the mid-1990s.
To the right of the Door of Rooms is a purple plaque for The Good Work Geisel Grandleformer (Prototype). Theodore Geisel, better known by his pen name Dr. Seuss, wrote There's a Wocket in My Pocket!, a list of arbitrarily introduced fantasy animals whose names rhyme with ordinary household objects. The rhymes in the book may be the inspiration for this movie's title.
"Mr. Edward Magorium: [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words. [pause, walks over to Molly] Mr. Edward Magorium: I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died." Molly Mahoney: [starting to sob] I love you. Mr. Edward Magorium: I love you, too. [picks Molly up, sighs heavily] Mr. Edward Magorium: Your life is an occasion. Rise to it."
"Mr. Edward Magorium: 37 seconds. Molly Mahoney: Great. Well done. Now we wait. Mr. Edward Magorium: No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime."
