Little women 2019 review, rewatch. (VERY LONG REVIEW)

To my sister, who I love dearly and I hope our bond never breaks but only strengthens. And to my mother, who loves her daughters.

When I watched this the first time a while ago after watching the older Little Women, I didn't think psychologically enough about this movie and how much it means to me.

But this is my review now after the second time watching it.

Their christmas is how mine used to feel, but now a ribbon has been pulled and is only a weak knot that will untie any moment now and reveal the present inside. Only among the girls of our family we're close, but my father will always be distant, someone that plagues us with his moldy words. 

Jo and Amy remind me too deeply of me and my sister, I can't help but despise Jo even if I'm a writer myself. Even I think she deserved those pages to be burned because I understand Amy so much in that moment; the youngest feeling unheard, the eldest seeing their frustration and watery eyes as brattiness and a simple nuisance. I wanted to be heard as well, I still do, and even when I try it isn't good enough. As someone who's struggling to figure out who she is but is being tested for autism, it's even more difficult to express yourself. But, ironically, like Jo, I have my writing, but like Amy, my sister has her art.

I feel so apart from her, especially at times when she pushes me away, and then always when I do it back, I come out as dramatic and getting blamed. I feel so unheard, I feel so much like Amy.

And now, I may be in the state of a burn out, I get sick at moments I don't even know I'm stressed about. And I know it's because of anxiety, because everytime when my father is near, I feel like I will vomit. And right now, I need my sister and my mother, like Beth did.

Like Beth I am more quiet, shy and just always near and kept close but not really talking, busy with her own thing. But of course, I still have that inner me that's yelling at my sister like Amy does to Jo. It all feels so ridiculously unfair. It does, it really does.

And in the end, I just wanna sit by a warm fire, in the arms of my mother laid back and lazy with my sister near as we either do not speak or never stop laughing.

But even though I see my sister a lot in Jo, there are still differences- (my father just approached, stared and went ''hm'' before walking away because i was purposefully ignoring him, he scares me, but now back to talking about Jo)

I find Jo, stubborn, mean and someone needs to explain to her about bullying and how her words do harm, how a younger sister feels hearing she's nothing but an inconvenience. And even when Beth was ill, Amy wasn't there because Beth didn't want to bother her and risk her time away, Jo still made it Amy's fault and that she's a horrible person. I dislike Jo, even if we have similar traits like a passion for writing, stubborness and finding it hard to accept critique, she should still learn, just like I do. She has spoken of things that are genuinely so poetic and truthful.

Women do have souls, aswell as hearts. But Amy is also a woman, yet all she can describe herself as is 'just a woman', the patriarchy and misoginy makes you think that, but the people around you can do that too. Even women themselves. And Jo needs to learn Amy is also a woman, that has a soul and a powerful, brave, beating heart that has been toughened up because of her.

It's even worse that Laurie goes to Amy just because he couldn't have Jo, I don't care what he says, we all know he wanted Jo. And Amy deserved more, she deserved a big hug from Jo.

And as much as Jo's hard work is astounding, inspiring and relatable and that they incorpirated the author's experience with how she didn't actually want to add a love story, is even better. But I can't like Jo, not like this. not when that puzzle piece hasn't even been picked up yet and is possibly still inside the box.

In my opinion, Jo is very self centered, and honestly, it's only when Beth got sick she ever really interacted with her. If Amy got sick, what then? 

As my mother said; "The first pick me girl", Jo March, her name truly remembered at least.

I haven't read the book yet, it's on my giant list of 'to read', but this is just my opinion from the movie and what it gives to me.

But I do deeply connect with this movie, the historically innacurate costumes matching to their characters is on thin ice though. I love historically accurate costumes, and as much as some of the costume designs piss me off, it is still fitting to their characters. But the wide skirts- augh- I hated those. But Jo's comfy outfits were very nice, though still historically innacurate.

And as much as I find Timothee Chalamet a medieval shoe that's been used too much, he was still a pretty good choice for this movie. And as much as I dunk on him for well- existing, he is quite funny and talented but that doesn't mean he's fit for every single role!!!!! But he was fit for this one. Laurie in the older ver with Winona Ryder was a bit of a creep, honestly. I never really liked Laurie anyways though.

I feel like a mix of the sisters, but mostly like Amy, then Beth, then Jo and then like Meg. Like Amy I am like everything I wrote in this review already about my similarities to her, and like Beth I also said; I am quiet, I have my own things to do but I'm still included sometimes. And like Jo, I also said; I am a stubborn writer, passionate (like Amy). But I haven't mentioned Meg yet.

Like Meg, I have the nature to care for ones younger than me, or when my friends need me, I always listen, always. I always tell them they can talk to me if they need me. I want to be the arms someone cries in because they trust me, I always want to be there for that person. I love my friends, they are very dear to me, they always are. But even then, I want to be listened to as well. I remember an old friend of mine I blocked after this fight, it was absolute chaos and all I really told her was that I dont feel listened to when I always let her talk and talk until my ears bled. I really felt like a mix of Amy and Beth then, but still I felt like Meg and tried my best to be calm, sweet-natured and tried to simply explain it. I still care for that friend, truly. My friends don't though, they dislike her greatly. But I still can't help but care.

So yes, this movie and overall story is very dear to me. And yes I have my critiques about the fashion and some character choices, I still love it dearly.

Though, I do think they shouldn't have made Friederich like- the hottest man ever. Like, the old ver with Winona Ryder did it perfectly like how the author meant it, an uninteresting older man, the love story didn't even make sense. But here it does, it's sweet but I don't think it's what Louisa May Alcott meant when she first wrote it and got told she HAD to make the main character become married or dead.

Also, when Jo expresses her love and everything, when Amy gets so happy and excited for her, I still can't help but be reminded of times where my sister hadn't even apologized yet I still smiled around her and tried not be a "buzz-kill" because my feelings were genuinely hurt. I haven't heard a genuine "sorry" in a while, one that I need. Not a " sorry" after a dumb thing I'll forget tomorrow, but a sorry for the time's I've cried because I felt like I didn't belong among her. Yet I still say she's the person I'm most thankful for, because I feel like she'll be the only thing I have one day. It is all so very difficult to describe, I love my sister, but there's that expression that always lingers. The thing is, I plan that if I ever have a daughter, I'll name her Josephine.

(If you read the entire thing, I love you. If you understand me, I hope you love me back.)

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