My young critic.

I was sitting with mum at the care home this afternoon when her great grandson (my oldest grandson) rang to give us a review of the remake of West Side Story.

I am delighted that grandson (aged 12) has confirmed my instinct that you can’t improve on perfection
The old version (in his opinion) wins hands down.

When I used to look after grandson twice a week before he started school we (probably quite inappropriately) watched West Side Story or part of it nearly every week. All life, love, prejudice and pathos is there in that one superb story with the wonderful words, music and dancing. They don’t make ‘em like that any more!

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