Full disclosure: I have not actually read Louisa May Alcott’s book (it’s the first thing I am going to read in 2015, though.) I have, however, seen Gillian Armstrong’s masterpiece more times than any other movie. I first saw it when it was in theaters. I went with my mother and we both loved it so much and when it was over she told me all about how much she loved the book (and its sequel), and yet for some reason I still haven’t read the book! *holds head in shame* This movie celebrates its 20th anniversary on Sunday and as far as I can tell the studio that has the distribution rights doesn’t give a hoot and isn’t doing anything for it; no anniversary Blu-ray, no anniversary screenings in LA, nothing! So I thought I would pay tribute to this beautiful film by writing about it for Female Filmmaker Friday right around its anniversary.
Justine: You want us to gather on your terrace to sing a song, have a glass of wine? The three of us?
Claire: Yes. That would make me happy.
Justine: You know what I think of your plan?
Claire: No. I was hoping that you might like it.
Justine: I think that it’s a piece of shit.
Claire: Justine, please. I just want it to be nice.
Justine: Nice? Why don’t we meet on the fucking toilet?
Claire: Then let’s not.
Justine: You’re damn right let’s not.