The horror....the horror.

OK. Let me say two things right away:

1. I do like Hume Cronin and Jessica Tandy.

2. Though I have high standards for movies, I also have a gooey center; so sentimental schmaltz will often win my sympathetic vote in the end--provided it is well done.

However, this flick was so saccharine, it could have sent my boyfriend into a diabetic coma. It was fluffy and sweet as cotton candy, with about all the corresponding nutritional value. ("Sweet" is fine...I just like a little *nourishment* to counteract all those empty calories, for crying out loud!)

I cannot remember if this was a Disney production. That would be the only thing that would make its conduct excusable. (Although, I WAS a kid when I saw it, and my reaction has not changed till this day.)

Ugh. I think I need to go chew on some carrot-sticks now...