This is a movie about believing in Kris Kringle, so yeah.
Chore Watching Index: 6/10
As a forties film you have to have some tolerance for the lack of color, sexism, slow pace, naivete, etc.
Maureen O’Hara doesn’t take shit from no one, unless you look a lot like Santa Claus. Natalie Wood is the “mini-me” version.
Looking for the glamour of a bygone era, when people were stupid, but classier.
Adult supervision was way more loosey in the forties, huh? Also, there’s a strange black-and-white TV adaptation floating around that might fool you.