Little Man Tate…

So I’ve watched a couple of movies from my past recently. First, I saw Hello Dolly, a movie that I watched over and over again as a kid.

But, you know what…it isn’t very good. Barbara Streisand can sing…yes, that’s enjoyable, but the plot is kinda stretched out, and I get embarassed for the characters. It’s just too silly now.

But tonight, Little Man Tate was on. I taped this movie with the VCR when I was younger…probably just to see if I was capable of taping something. I think we had about three taped movies that we would watch. Kevin Costner’s Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, the Last Dragon, and Little Man Tate. It kinda started a Jodie Foster kick. I think I’ve only seen 3 movies of hers…no four. I forgot Maverick. Oops, I forgot Contact and Anna and the King. That makes 6 at least. I’m not sure if I’ve seen her Freaky Friday…but Candleshoe was in my original three with Silence of the Lambs. (Ain’t that a combo.)

Well, back to Little Man Tate. It’s better than I remember it. Did you remember that Harry Connick, jr was in it? Now, I realize why people thought he was cute. He was…I kinda disliked him in Hope Floats and Will & Grace. But he can really play piano, and he actually played the piano in the movie. The whole sound track was amazing. Unfortunately, the sound track was a little off on the tv. It was off on my video tape too, but it doesn’t mask how good the music was.

The acting is great. The moral is great. The sentiment feels real. If you have any interest in gifted kids…which I always will… it’s the perfect movie for a weird night off.

As for why I love gifted kids…that’s a different story for a different day. I just wish I had more to offer gifted kids than admiration and interest. (Okay… and a CTY archaeology class….) But I guess that was Jodie Foster’s position as the main character’s mom, and she showed that the one thing that everybody needs (whether they have intelligence or not) is love, and she was the person who could offer it.

So, way to go. A happy moral and a happy ending.