I grew up on Louisa May Alcott. Not just Little Women, and not just the sequels; I read some of the other ones, too. So it’s good that the reviews are in, they’re uniformly excellent, and they’re — this is very important — not praising the movie for reasons that I’d normally associate with “actually a flaming pile of… ah, never mind.” So that’s all right. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Nothing bad has to happen.
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