As any reader of good literature or general fiction knows, the book is better. The book is always better. But the movie’s good too. Or at least one rendition of it usually is.
In contrast to Dickie Moore in 1933 Oliver, Mark Lester not only speaks full sentences, but he sings, dances and EVEN ACTS! That, my friends, is talent.
At first glance I thought to myself, "Oh hey. An oldie. This one's bound to be accurate and generally meaningful." Oh, friends. I have learned not to judge a movie by its small image on the multi-movie DVD set cover.