xxhplinkxx wrote:SpringHeelJack wrote:It's always the one you least suspect.
Then it's between Amy and Crystal.
 
I'd love for it to be Prudence.
Anyway, back on topic:
-Besides the personal biased towards the time period, setting and genre, the reason I adore The Happiest Millionaire are: the dancing, the songs themselves which are very good, the cast which includes greats like Greer Garson, Geraldine Page, and Fred MacMurray in a role that Walt wisely chose for him over Rex Harrison (the Sherman Bros choice). Most importantly I personally relate to the story and charactres of Angie and to a lesser extent Cordy. The story itself is something that would most likely appeal to older teens and their parents considering the main plot and I guess that's why it hasn't become a much loved classic. There's not much their for children outside some of the songs and alligator based gags. 
-This get's me to my second fact. I don't know how to live life. This is where the relation to Angie comes in with Mr. Biddle's speech to him on the subject something that resonates very much with me. I'm too afraid of, well just everything in general to really try anything new or continue to do what I used to do to really, take hold of life and not " sit and let it wrap around [me]". Examples below:
-I used to play the piano and take interest in it, until my parents went crazy and insist on paying for me to take lessons and always hound me to practice and turning something that was just a causal interest into a chore I hated, because i couldn't learn at my own pace or just play when I wanted to. I know their intentions were in the right place but how they did it was upsetting to me (especially their "we payed x dollars to do this for you so don't complain"), and even if I dare touch the piano anymore I get lectured on how "we will get you to take lessons". Even when I bought the soundtrack for Gigi, I got the same speech because buying that CD clearly equaled my needing to be the next great piano player.
-I would love to be great at a sport(s) but again, I fear the same thing happening. And that they wouldn't listen to what I might have to say. Not that i don't do anything active but I'd rather my mom bitch about how I do nothing and lecture me on eating "low fat" "low calorie" low whatever than have her obsess over what I might do. She's always complained and been disappointed about how me and my brother were not the "jocks" she wanted but I don't want to feel like I'm trying to please her, by admitting taking interest in a more active lifestyle.
-I'm terrible at meeting new people because I have nothing in common with this generation of mine. I don't acre for the music, the movies for the most part, the style of clothes, on top of the fact I can't dance (or at least am to terrified to try), I don't take interest in watching profession sports (boring beyond belief for me) so what am I to do? Oh, and I don't plan on hanging out with any theatre crowd cause modern musicals for the most part don't thrill me. I'm a niche withing a niche when it comes to anything.
-I still don't know what to do with my life even after taking an extra semester in high school and choosing which universities to apply to.
-I want to be wubbed (duh, who doesn't?)
-Did I mention I'm not thrilled with my general appearance and yet have no clue what to do with myself? (I wish my relation to Angie Duke involved looking as good as John Davidson in 1967)
that's it for now, wit the exception of:
-I love UD because I can rant all I want and you people are kind enough to fake interest in me!  
