And look. We're trying to get on board. But we're scared.
Sure, the central story was there, and Gillian Armstrong didn't take too many of the kinds of artistic liberties that irk us to our core when directors get hold of our favorite books. And yes, Christian Bale as Laurie was the most endearing, floppy-haired charmer, ever. We'd even go so far as to say this is his best work to date (sure, you thought it was his Oscar-winning turn in The Fighter or his take on Christopher Nolan's dark, brooding Batman, but that is in fact incorrect).
But, despite all of that, there were a lot of problems with the movie. First, not enough Jo-and-Laurie time. Second, not enough acknowledgement that Alcott only wrote the second volume of the novel upon extreme pressure from her publishers to write more and marry the girls off — and as a result (and an F-you to said publishers) Alcott gave us all the romantic endings we didn't want. And third, and perhaps most appallingly, Gabriel Byrne is far too attractive to be convincing as the wretched father figure that is Professor Behr.
So, what we have to say is this. Dear Sony: Please don't disappoint us. Please take into account the feminist and trailblazing ideals of Louisa May Alcott. Please remember that this is, first and foremost, a story about a band of women who struggle through the toughest of times with almost no help from a lovable but impractically idealist absentee father. Please don't lose sight of the fact that this is a coming-of-age story about girls who are trying to be good, not glamorous. And above all, please don't cast Zac Efron or Rob Pattinson as Laurie. We'll simply die.