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Viewed "Cider House" over the weekend...not a good
as I hoped, better probably than I thought. The scenes from New
England, cold and true, touched me in a way the characters didn't.
A kind physician and orphans are sureshots for tearjerk appeal,
but I wonder if the stereotypes didn't cut off significant
character development. Tobi McGwire gumped his person with
desired affect, and cute faces of children danced like sugar
plums across the screen. The plot was interesting, with the
notion that anything could happen anytime. The contemporary and
seemingly obligatory sexual child molester was seen as a backdrop
for the historical need for abortion, African-Americans were
again established as happy fruit pickers, and drug-addiction to
ether is now penciled in for the next Oprah. A good watch, all-in-all,
with no fear of teenage noise and its usual complement of popcorn
crunching and sexual laughter.
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