30 Nov 05
Racking my brain trying to remember the name of a christmas movie from the 1970's I think. All I can remember about it was the young boy was embarassed about his grand mother pulling a little red wagon around town. I think it had something to do about getting a christmas tree. Dose this ring a bell with anyone?
30 Nov 05
Originally posted by catfoodtim"The House Without a Christmas Tree", eh?
according to the internet it's The House Without a Christmas Tree.
Is that the right one?
http://www.flyingdreams.org/tv/gallery/addie.htm
Ah, its a girl though, so maybe i'm wrong?
Who knows what violent twists and turns one might find in that film as the plot unfolds.
Perchance does said poor little girl purchase the aforementioned Christmas tree five minutes from the end, thanks to a generous gesture from unsaid grumpy miser whose heart melts when he sees said little girl looking sad?
If not, I hereby copyright that film, which will make me millions next year.
30 Nov 05
Originally posted by breedluvHave you seen "The Little Red Granny Wagon"? It's also a classic, if you're into that kind of thing.
Racking my brain trying to remember the name of a christmas movie from the 1970's I think. All I can remember about it was the young boy was embarassed about his grand mother pulling a little red wagon around town. I think it had something to do about getting a christmas tree. Dose this ring a bell with anyone?
30 Nov 05
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Originally posted by catfoodtimOk: here's your casting.
sjeg, if you need a scriptwriter or someone to play the part of a grumpy miser, i'm your man.
Lean out of the nearest window and shout down at the nearest waife ragamuffin street urchin in a poshy english accent:
"You, urchin, pray tell, what day is this?"
and if that urchin replies in a Dickensian cockney accent:
"Why t'dee, sur? T'dee it's Christmas Dee, sur"
then you're in.
This is your big chance- don't blow it! Otherwise you'll just be left with your army of poultry.
30 Nov 05
Originally posted by catfoodtimAh- you're a compatriot of mine. Well, in that case the trial was a little unfair. Here's a pickle:
you can imagine my attempts at roaring "You, urchin, pray tell, what day is this?" out of the window in a posh english accent in dublin city centre.
reaction was varied.
and by varied i mean abusive.
i'm obviously not cut out for a career in acting as i can't handle the criticism.
🙁
Now, in this scene (setting an impoverished 19th century London hovel flat) you have been invited over to dinner at an honoured employee's house. His son has polio. The turkey was slightly dry. The sprouts were powerful.
Dinner has just ended, and you have pulled a cracker. You place a novelty paper crown on your head, but feel unamused. It's getting late.
Next step:
Do you
a) Thank the family graciously and leave;
b) produce the plum pudding which you had your cook make especially for the occasion;
or
c) tell your employee that he has been made redundant, that a Pole will do it for slightly less wages, thank his wife, and push the crippled son down the tenament stairs on your way out;
?