It’s been exactly a year since my good pals @BizarreVictoria (whose blog you can follow here,) and @DrDouglasSmall settled down with enough booze and Christmas cheer to knock out a reindeer and commenced a holiday viewing of Little Women (1994). For your festive entertainment, and from @BizarreVictoria’s pen, please enjoy our good-natured roasting of the movie.
Merry Christmas everyone!
It’s time for another instalment of Victorian Snark Theatre 3000! And this time we’ll be discussing Little Women (1994). As you guys know, I watch a lot of shitty long nineteenth century-inspired films with my good friends @VictorianMasc and Dr Douglas Small, so we decided to turn them into blog posts.
Previous posts on VST3K include:
–Vanity Fair (2004)
–The Man in the Iron Mask (1998)
–The Raven (2012)
–Fievel Goes West (1991)
Warning for Spoilers and Lots and Lots of Swearing
For the record, I’ve seen this film roughly 600 times growing up and I think it’s a delight and Winona Ryder deserved her Oscar nomination and, frankly, should have won. This is a good-natured snarking done with all the love in the world.
Also, the opening credits say the magic words: