So I brought it over for some pre-Dick-Clark festivities.
Margie couldn't understand it. At one point she made a noise that sounded like "Pfffffffft" and threw her hands at the television in a motion of dismissal.
That didn't thwart me.
At the end of the movie? Margie had this to say:
"You know what's a good movie? One I really liked?"
"No, Margie, what's your idea of a good movie?"
"The Hand that Rocked the Cradle. Now THAT'S a good movie!"
So. A poignant, heart-tugging movie that showcased friendship and the hardships of life pre-Civil Rights movement? That's junk.
Junk compared to a movie with this storyline: After her humiliated husband kills himself, an embittered pregnant widow loses her child, and embarks on a mission of vengeance against a woman and her family.