A tumultuous thunderstorm of drumming, both primitive and achingly familiar, the gurgled throbbing of a bass line and sinister voices chanting and howling as a young woman races through a night forest in the midst of a deluge. Lightning flashes revealing snatches of something in the woods running along side her. The music crescendos, lightening hypnotically strobes, the colors are supersaturated deep reds and blues and screaming fills the cool night air.
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Sure, Winona Ryder was 23 when she starred as the "little" Jo March, but Katherine Hepburn was 26, and Kate has always looked old for her age. The credibility problem is just one issue I have with the film, which isn't terribly well-acted (Hepburn's phony crying ruins many a scene) or compellingly plotted. It speaks volumes about the quality of films in the early 1930s (when the Depression made sap look good) that Little Women was nominated for Best Picture and won Best Writing at the Academy Awards.
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