Expreso Polar !link!

Perhaps it’s the universality of its central metaphor: the journey from belief to doubt and back again. The film’s hero, a boy (voiced in Spanish by young actors who capture that fragile tenor of wonder), is a stand-in for every adult who has ever pretended not to see the magic because it’s easier to be practical.

There is a moment, just after the ticket is punched and before the hot chocolate is served, when the world outside the window ceases to exist. The city lights vanish. The highway’s hum dies. In their place: a frozen sea of white, a sky thick with stars that look close enough to touch, and the rhythmic clack-clack-clack of steel wheels on a track that seems to lead straight into a dream. expreso polar

But there is something else. Something in the texture . Perhaps it’s the universality of its central metaphor:

Except those who still believe.