Garland sings the quintessential “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”, my favorite melancholy holiday song. She and Vincente Minnelli, the director, met during this movie. Led to the eventual birth of Liza.
At some point all my feminist friends’ talk rubbed off on me. The women in this movie are slaves. Dad is rich but instead of sending them a college, he is marrying them off and giving the husbands a dowry. Pretty messed up.
On the other hand, the dad is supporting like 20 people and wants to move them to New York but they totally don’t want to do this. Also, no one respects him because he’s a dick.
The little girl that plays Tootie is fucking terrible. Her acting style can be described as exaggerated. There is a good story I found about her getting her bullshit best child actor or some shit Academy Award stolen. Someone found it in a thrift store many decades later and returned it to her. She is still around at 85. Her and June Lockhart, a Garland rival, are both still living. Lockhart is 97. Most memorably from Lost in Space.
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