Katherine Hepburn
Very much of its time (1933). Heaps of sloppy sentimentality, studio sets, thirty year old women as teenagers, vaseline-lens close-ups, Max Steiner cue music, etc.
Still, the film was able to hold my attention and even got me to care...a bit anyway...about the fate of the characters. Beth's illness and eventual death was way overdone but by then I didn't mind.
The big disappointment was Kate's interpretation of Jo March. She couldn't play a tomboy well at all...relied on exaggerated gestures and obnoxious behavior while missing the crucial dimension of maintaining likability.
But the curious thing was that even with its obvious flaws I enjoyed watching it. Perhaps rightly regarded a classic.
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