My father proclaimed this to be one of the most depressing movies he'd ever seen. I'm not sure I'd go to quite that extent, but I will say it didn't impress me. It was all so cheesy and silly and growing-up-in-the-south-ish even though it wasn't technically a growing-up-in-the-south movie. And you all know I don't like those. That whole signing-the-song-to-the-kid bit? Puh-leeze. My mom enjoyed it... but she likes sentimental mush a WHOLE lot more than me So if you like sentimental mush... check this movie out. It's a bit like Dead Poets Society except much mushier.

Memorable quote: "It is not considered couth to empty your spit valve during the performance, especially not on the foot of the person next to you."

Musical Theater Person Sighting: That's Joanna Gleason as grown-up Gertrude Lang!