We watched Annie a few weeks ago, the one from the 80s with Carol Burnett (and Tim Curry and Bernadette Peters, how I wish they'd team up more often), and at the time I couldn't figure out why anyone liked it. That Annie girl was so squeaky and medicated; and every five minutes they were doing another "Tomorrow" reprise.
The thing that bugged me the most was that everyone adored Annie in the film, from the moment they met her. Like, psychotically. She had some kind of magnetism on the other characters in the film that was totally invisible to me.
Also -- listen to how pissed-off the little girls sound in this version of "Hard Knock Life." They're like gang bangers! My sympathy is with the hard-drinking matron.
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