About Time, the film and meditation?

Logged off blogging and went to About Time at the Cinema.  There is nothing better than a profound message in an easily digestible package and that is what About Time is.  Having heard Richard Curtis on the radio say that this might be his last film, it struck this blogger that it would be a pretty good last film to have put on.  It isn't sugar coated, more emotionally pleasing, it ticks the boxes.  The hero is kind and not immediately portrayed as Mr Universe, the heroine twinkles and could be your daughter, the Dad is Bill Nighy, no need to say more, the setting Cornwall, all blue sea and agapanthus and the family, loving, intelligent and wacky.  Move to the story, the men in this film can do a little mild Time Travelling, but being kindly, they don't go and make a fortune but they gently explore how to be more loving.  And more loving and kind in an every day sort of way.  And it does make you think what would you do if you could go back and undo every unkind word or thought you had had and smooth over the difficult parts of people's lives.  The really clever thing though is the one miracle that is nearly performed which would wave a wand over the sister's life, can't go through because too much hangs on it but it forces her to make her own changes and once she has made up her mind to do that, the time travelling brother gives her a small hand.
You can't see anything about meditation in here so far can you?  Well, meditating on the passing show of life and wondering if there is anything you could do  better doesn't need time travel, it just needs you to see it and then cross the barrier you have erected to keep yourself in your own self-righteous limit and try again.
The other thing the film shows is how we have and need to have ideals, we need ideals of Dads who are kind, of families that look after one another and the ideal of simple pleasures for children is one that this Granny blogger really likes.  See here the triumph of this summer, a den made outside by grandchildren, all out of their own heads.  It is so clever that even though I can't get into it by dint of size, I absolutely can't take it down and use it for firewood, it will have to disintegrate on its own and then be remade next year.  Well done Max! and Nutty.