I suppose some producer thought it would be a good idea to hire 33 year Henry Winkler to play the elderly Scrooge character in this tedious adaption of Dickens' classic, because he was one of the hottest TV stars at the time. The result is a freakish, bizarre performance by a heavily aged Winkler complete with latex prosthetics and a wig that looks like bad hair plugs. Winkler's singular acting choice to embody this legendary character is to low talk under his breath and deliver his lines like a sportscaster commenting on a long, slow golf tournament. I have to believe the positive reviews here are a result of the nostalgia-effect of people seeing it when they were younger and associating the movie with a happier time. Otherwise, people just have terrible, terrible taste in movies.
Review of An American Christmas Carol
