I like songs and dance. I especially like the ones in the original version of Orphan Anne. “I’m singing about tomorrow…Clear the cobwebs of sorrow…come what may…tomorrow, tomorrow, I’ll love yah…tomorrow…you’re only a day away..!”
Anne could lift up any spirit if the spirit really want to be lifted up with this song.
This time, I will be talking about hope, again, but with the hope that comes even during extreme duress. Anne did a lot of things here, most of them even illegal. She stole things, ran away from her sole guardian and defied authority of the policeman in a very subtle way. One could even say that she was a brat.
But this brat was a tough one, and she persevered through it all. She talked about love but was active enough to seek for it. She, by hook and by crook, charmed herself into the heart of one kind lady who happened to be a secretary of one influential and rich man. She was one wild kid.
She never understood what true love meant. I don’t think even Mr. Warbucks did, either, until she found themselves in a precarious position. Anne was at one point of the movie, clutching at the last straws, dangling at least a hundred feet in the air. There, the wild look disappeared in her eyes and she became just a small girl who wanted her Daddy to save her. What happens to true love?
It always hopes, always trusts, always perseveres. Orphan Anne was saved and then there she fully learned about what it means to have a father. It’s not the money or the security. It’s not even the blessings or the connections. Those are just bonus. It’s when he’s there and that’s all to it. He’s just there.
I want to film that, not the fake sugary feel that most of the modern remakes often portray. I want to shoot that scene of genuine happiness and relief that Daddy Warbucks listened and reached out.
Capture that on film and let the audience catch the glimpse of who He is.