Little Women never fails to warm the cockles of my heart. I can watch it anytime of the year and it’s good, although I find myself watching the 1994 version the most. The 1949 version feels the most like a Christmas film, from the opening credits in cross-stitch to the snow-covered paths of the sets. More than the earlier and later versions, this feels like a Christmas classic in love with the simple things, like giving and family. The focus on one location, the March house, but also Jo’s house in New York, is evocative of director Mervyn LeRoy. I’ve seen several of his films, and they feel like stage plays, this one included. If you’ve seen any version of Little Women the plot remains the same, leaving the characters to sink or swim. For the most part, the characters are the best here than in the 1994 or 1933 version (I reserve the right to change that opinion once I revisit the 1933 version).