I've got the 1990's version of Little Women on right now. The one with Winona Ryder, Susan Sarandon, Kirstin Dunst, Claire Daines and some other woman who never got famous.
It's been a really long time since I read that book, and while I don't remember particularly liking it that doesn't mean much. But if this movie were the only thing to go by, then I'd declare it plastic, contrived and dumb. I don't think I've seen a movie with such wooden delivery of antiquated language in, oh, I don't know, ever. Winona Ryder is especially bad. The nobody isn't doing to bad, actually, but the rest pretty much suck. But I'd have to conclude that either Louisa May Alcott is a very bad writer who rode to fame merely by being a woman in a time of men, or most people involved with this movie entirely missed the point.
Big thumbs down for this one. Time to change the channel.