
Shirley Temple’s final single digit year (born in ‘28) produced her best ‘serious’ film, John Ford’s WEE WILLIE WINKIE, and this surprisingly resilient version of the oft-filmed Spyri novel. Just watch her in the goat milking scene to understand her stardom, she's irresistible. This telling of the old story -- orphan melts the heart of crusty grandpa only to be kidnapped as a play-thing for a rich crippled city girl – balances the obligatory saccharine add-ons (Shirley gets a fantasy musical number) with legitimate sentiment and a strong line-up of villains to torment our little girl. Helmer Allan Dwan can’t do much with Fox’s production economies, though Arthur Miller’s immaculate lensing helps a lot, but his sense of timing & tone in pouring on those nightmarish perennials of childhood horrors is worthy of Disney at his heartless best.
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