Totally facepalm, headdesk, re gg’s Little Women! YOYO if U waste $ on dis STUPID BAD FLIK! SMH!!

There you have it: my one-tweet review of Greta Gerwig’s new film of Little Women, Louisa May Alcott’s beloved novel about four sisters coming of age in Concord, Massachusetts, during the Civil War. Even without running my Twitter-speak through Google Translate, you can probably guess I was annoyed by this film. But according to what passes for a cultural establishment these days, that should make us both feel good, because every time a woman expresses her anger, Progress takes another step forward.

At the risk of confounding Progress, I offer here a step backward, in the form of an old-fashioned essay, thousands of characters long, that disputes nearly every plaudit heaped on this film. In particular, it disputes the praise lavished on the scene in which Marmee, the mother of the four sisters, confesses to her second-oldest daughter, Jo, “I am angry nearly every day of my life.” This line, which comes directly from the novel, is not included in most of the previous screen adaptations, so the critics have been lauding it as a bold stroke on Gerwig’s part, one that brings Little Women

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