Two nights ago I watched A Christmas Carrol. It happened to be in my queue from way, way back when I was reading some Dickens and felt in the mood to watch it all the way through. Didn't manage my queue and so it arrived in May. A little unseasonal but so what?
Aside from the sentimentality, which you just have to accept, it really is a good movie. Although I tend, always, to resist sentimentality, in this case it is actually the key ingredient, what makes it work. What makes it what it is. Scrooge's fear and joy get me every time. And I won't even mention Tiny Tim. Maybe I'll read the story. In the heat of August.