"Scrooge," the musical movie starring Albert Finney. I saw it on Christmas Eve with my dad when it opened, not long after I turned eight years old. It was just the two of us. Mom stayed home with my brother who was six at the time.
I will never forget sharing that experience with my dad. We both loved the music and Finney as "Scrooge." Over the years it stayed with me, and no other version of that story compares for me, including the Alastaire Sim version (supposedly best, but devoid of the depth of emotion for me).
The songs "You," "Happiness," "On a Beautiful Day," and "I Like Life" are part of my DNA now, as is the opening choral number "A Christmas Carol," which I arranged in six-part harmony for our high school choir to sing when the sheet music wasn't (yet) available.
I sometimes watch it in June or September or whenever I feel like it. It reminds me of my dad, and of that first experience with those beautiful sets, costumes, performances (Alec Guiness's Marley is brilliant), but most of all ... the music.
"Jaws is the Citizen Kane of movies."
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