Apparently, the little lady who lives in my house has suddenly fallen in love with the move Annie. Actually, love isn't accurate. She is enthralled with Annie.

She watched some of it last weekend when she had an overnight at Grandma's house and they stayed up till all hours (which means nearly 10am for a 2 year old). The next morning we greeted a little girl who was suddenly singing songs that are meant to represent the orhpan point of view. You leave your kid with someone else for just one night and she acts like she's been abandoned.

Naturally, this led to a NetFlix adjustment and two days later Annie: The Deluxe Edition arrived at my door.

I used to think that movie was hopeful and upbeat. This little girl who's full of moxie keeps a childlike wonder in the world while also having a maturity beyond her age which allows her to cope with being an orphan. She's then taken in by a billionaire who ultimately adopts her and rescues all the other kids at the orphanage to boot. Plus, the billionaire is a republican who sort of gets on board with Roosevelt and the new deal.

Now that i've watched as a nearly 30 year old with a two year old near by I see that it's really a scary movie full of chaos and danger. An alcoholic lady is in charge of a bunch of orphans who she openly loathes. She sleeps with or tries to sleep with every member of any service industry to gain their favor or sometimes just to stem the loneliness that's magnified by her alcoholism. This orphan, Annie, is rented by a billionaire so he can get some good photos to improve his public image. The woman who has essentially the position of wife for the billionaire is pretty much his property and she loves him and does whatever she is told. The drunk and some of her family kidnap Annie and steal money and head to what one has to assume is a secluded place where they can kill Annie so she won't tell anyone about their scheme.

Sure, eventually the confused racist stereotype that is Punjab saves Annie and then everyone dances while watching fireworks, but mostly the movies is horribly dreary.

The little miss seems to see it more as a chance to work on her Fosse leg kicks, but she does seem genuinely worried about whether or not Miss Hannigan is sad.


My ultimate question, though, is should I be worried that my little miss thinks the least memorable never sampled by rappers or electronic musicians song "Let's Go to the Movies" is the best song in the entire movie?

Bye-Bye
Levi-