I really don't know where to begin, except to say I'm appalled. This film is a hodgepodge of early Victorian England and 1950s America. Some of the language is straight from Dickens and some actually includes American phrasing. Fredric March's talents are so wasted that at times this looks like a bad high school production. The directing is downright amateurish. March's makeup is preposterous, and his enormous false nose in no way even slightly resembles the nose of the young Scrooge, who wears a very stylish haircut. James Dean would be proud. Scrooge's bedroom, except for the bed curtains, looks almost feminine it's so 1950s. And only the barest structure of the story makes the cut. The rest is lost to make room for impossibly bad music. By the third song I was considering the best sharp objects to drive into my ears - ANYTHING to make it stop. Finally, if there's anyone out there who can tell me... What, what, WHAT is sticking out of the back of Marley's head?? It looks like an icicle covered in hair.
The great pity of it all is that "A Christmas Carol" is one of my most beloved stories. I wish I'd never watched this, because I can never un-see it.
The great pity of it all is that "A Christmas Carol" is one of my most beloved stories. I wish I'd never watched this, because I can never un-see it.