Wife was very happy
Added 2/6/2010
Although it came a few days later than expected, it came exactly as stated, making my wife very, very happy!
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Twist? I Used to Love to Twist!
Added 2/4/2010
What is it with all this running and jumping, tumbling and spritzing? All these little cockers, why weren't those children in school?
I, Yasha J. Banana, your 96-years-old Amazon movie reviewer, while I don't go back as far as Charles Dickens, can assure you that in my day little children weren't running around the streets picking people's pockets, rolling on the ground, leaping from furniture and running into buildings. Ho boy! After I watched this movie I was out of breath. It took me 15 minutes to get my heart started again.
Didn't the people who made this movie ever hear of child labor laws?
When I was a kid, do you think I picked pockets? Never! NEVER! These kinderlekhs, these litle brats, they couldn't learn a trade? There wasn't anybody in London back then who could teach them to block hats or maybe fix yo-yos?
A decent trade, that's what they needed. A decent trade, a cup coco and an orange,
that's what every boychick needs, minimum.
Also, these kids never heard of Barney's Boy's Town? Or Walmart's boy's department? A pressed pair of pants they couldn't steal? A bar of soap was locked in a vault? A decent pair of shoes weren't invented?
Listen, I don't mean to be picky, and far from me to insist on realism, but all these kids living in a hovel -- Fagan, the Dead End Kids, rogue elements of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir -- and how many bathrooms were there? Huh? All you feency-schmeency movie reviewing maven, did you ever think of that? I didn't see one crapper in the whole movie. Not a flush or a fart in the entire show.
Kids love to fart, but I didn't hear one. Just two of my great-grandchildren have to come over and what happens, they immediately start farting and blame it on me. "Grandpa Yasha is farting, Mama! Grandpa Yasha is farting, Mama!"
Charles Dickens, I doubt very much, had kids. Maybe one, two -- but a hovel full? Who's kidding who? And then what, a senior citizen takes them into the streets to pick pockets all day? Listen, take it form me, your typical senior citizen gets tired watching paint dry. Besides which, once he got them all outside, I guarantee you, half of them would have to go tinkle. Or worse.
Job himself would have started throwing those kids out the window. Alphabetically.
And the woman in the movie who's supposed to be the mother-figure, Nancy. Oh, what a grand old time she had. Dancing around the place with the kids: singing, laughing, carrying on. Do you know the only time I danced for my mother? It was back in 1921 when I was seven-years-old -- right after she gave me an enema. Such dancing on the way to the crapper you never saw in your life!
And, mind you, this wasn't no Fleet's enema. A Fleet's enema couldn't clean out a chicken, believe me. This was an enema bag she held over her head like the Sword of Damacles. Big as a Voit basketball.
But what do you care about my bowel movements, past or present?
Getting back to this Nancy dame. She didn't care if any of the kids married outside their faith? Okay, okay, so who am I to express an opinion; but a real mother would have asked a question here and there, don't you think?
And poor Charles Dickens. When did he write a musical about crazy people dancing in the streets in the slums with the rats and the dreck? And what about Charles his descendants, did they make some money from this movie, from all the hocking and schlepping and tumbling and spritzing?
In conclusion, and so that I shouldn't say another word on the subjecte ... Ron Moody, the fellow who plays Fagan, a nice Jewish man. Almost as old as me. And Mark Lester, the boychick who plays Oliver, also a Jew. Fellows, you need this? You couldn't get into a movie where you sit in front of a computer and blow up half of Manhattan; or else knock of a bank for a few billion dollars? Since when do Jewish boys spin and do cartwheels and fly through the air?
I don't know, maybe life is passed me by. At 96-years-old if it wasn't for my two martinis and my Rosary I'd never make it through the day.
... Rosary, get dressed and get me two martinis!
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Great musical!
Added 1/17/2010
This musical is timeless. It's good for all ages. It's one of my very favorite movies of all time.
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A puffed-up mess whose original message is lost in an intellectual misfire
Added 1/3/2010
I need to be a dissenting voice and say that this movie is not as good as it wants its audience to believe it is. The only things that recommend it are an admittedly grandiose portrayal of Fagin by Ron Moody that justly rivals Alec Guinness in the overall better "Oliver Twist," and a couple of songs that rise above the mediocrity of their counterparts. "Food, Glorious Food" and "Consider Yourself" are not reason enough to make the rest of the musical. Performances are shoddy and unremarkable. Bill Sikes is a dandy bore in this production and not the monster Dickens wrote him to be. Worst of all, Dickens' message of nobility amidst poverty is completely lost in the desire to mutate the story into a happy-go-lucky song-and-dance. Stay away at all costs.
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I love musicals!
Added 1/1/2010
I loved this musical when I first saw it way back in 1969! I was just a teenager then. I ordered it as a Christmas gift for my 9 year old nephew. Don't know if he has watched it yet or not.
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Wife was very happy
Added 2/6/2010
Although it came a few days later than expected, it came exactly as stated, making my wife very, very happy!
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Twist? I Used to Love to Twist!
Added 2/4/2010
What is it with all this running and jumping, tumbling and spritzing? All these little cockers, why weren't those children in school?
I, Yasha J. Banana, your 96-years-old Amazon movie reviewer, while I don't go back as far as Charles Dickens, can assure you that in my day little children weren't running around the streets picking people's pockets, rolling on the ground, leaping from furniture and running into buildings. Ho boy! After I watched this movie I was out of breath. It took me 15 minutes to get my heart started again.
Didn't the people who made this movie ever hear of child labor laws?
When I was a kid, do you think I picked pockets? Never! NEVER! These kinderlekhs, these litle brats, they couldn't learn a trade? There wasn't anybody in London back then who could teach them to block hats or maybe fix yo-yos?
A decent trade, that's what they needed. A decent trade, a cup coco and an orange,
that's what every boychick needs, minimum.
Also, these kids never heard of Barney's Boy's Town? Or Walmart's boy's department? A pressed pair of pants they couldn't steal? A bar of soap was locked in a vault? A decent pair of shoes weren't invented?
Listen, I don't mean to be picky, and far from me to insist on realism, but all these kids living in a hovel -- Fagan, the Dead End Kids, rogue elements of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir -- and how many bathrooms were there? Huh? All you feency-schmeency movie reviewing maven, did you ever think of that? I didn't see one crapper in the whole movie. Not a flush or a fart in the entire show.
Kids love to fart, but I didn't hear one. Just two of my great-grandchildren have to come over and what happens, they immediately start farting and blame it on me. "Grandpa Yasha is farting, Mama! Grandpa Yasha is farting, Mama!"
Charles Dickens, I doubt very much, had kids. Maybe one, two -- but a hovel full? Who's kidding who? And then what, a senior citizen takes them into the streets to pick pockets all day? Listen, take it form me, your typical senior citizen gets tired watching paint dry. Besides which, once he got them all outside, I guarantee you, half of them would have to go tinkle. Or worse.
Job himself would have started throwing those kids out the window. Alphabetically.
And the woman in the movie who's supposed to be the mother-figure, Nancy. Oh, what a grand old time she had. Dancing around the place with the kids: singing, laughing, carrying on. Do you know the only time I danced for my mother? It was back in 1921 when I was seven-years-old -- right after she gave me an enema. Such dancing on the way to the crapper you never saw in your life!
And, mind you, this wasn't no Fleet's enema. A Fleet's enema couldn't clean out a chicken, believe me. This was an enema bag she held over her head like the Sword of Damacles. Big as a Voit basketball.
But what do you care about my bowel movements, past or present?
Getting back to this Nancy dame. She didn't care if any of the kids married outside their faith? Okay, okay, so who am I to express an opinion; but a real mother would have asked a question here and there, don't you think?
And poor Charles Dickens. When did he write a musical about crazy people dancing in the streets in the slums with the rats and the dreck? And what about Charles his descendants, did they make some money from this movie, from all the hocking and schlepping and tumbling and spritzing?
In conclusion, and so that I shouldn't say another word on the subjecte ... Ron Moody, the fellow who plays Fagan, a nice Jewish man. Almost as old as me. And Mark Lester, the boychick who plays Oliver, also a Jew. Fellows, you need this? You couldn't get into a movie where you sit in front of a computer and blow up half of Manhattan; or else knock of a bank for a few billion dollars? Since when do Jewish boys spin and do cartwheels and fly through the air?
I don't know, maybe life is passed me by. At 96-years-old if it wasn't for my two martinis and my Rosary I'd never make it through the day.
... Rosary, get dressed and get me two martinis!
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Great musical!
Added 1/17/2010
This musical is timeless. It's good for all ages. It's one of my very favorite movies of all time.
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