Recently I decided to watch the 80’s movie version of Annie. I have a feeling it’s one musical I missed – I was a bit of a fan of musicals when I was a kid and so have seen most of the big musicals either on stage or on film. Not this one.
I have to say it got me thinking again (see this previous post) about how much more I enjoy a larger story. You see, I love Oliver. I kind of got bored during Annie.
Annie has great songs in it and it’s all very sweet, but Oliver – which is also about an orphan’s path to happiness – is just more interesting. Characters that really stay with you and so much more story. That is, of course, because it is based on a novel. Worse, Dickens, who was nearly incapable of not writing a story you can, in printed form, hold doors open with.
I guess it points to why I am naturally a novelist rather than a writer of any short forms.