also since i'm at that Easy Crying stage in my menstrual cycle while me and Brian have been on this little quest to view as many different film adaptations of a christmas carol as we can,
let me just go off on a little tangent about something that's made me cry multiple times over the past few days
when Scrooge finally reaches out to his nephew.
this is just as big a sign of growth and change as raising Bob's salary and donating to charity. but the reason it gets to me so much is like...
firstly, thinking about it from Fred's point of view. he lost his mother. his father's never mentioned. all he's shown to have in the way of family is this horrid old man who was, at some point, someone his mother adored. he couldn't possibly have always been this much of a bastard, Fred knows, or else how would he and his sweet mother have become so close?
and so he keeps reaching out to this shitty uncle who pretty much states outright that he wants nothing to do with him, certainly out of a desire to be close to his only remaining family but also very plainly out of the goodness of his heart. for his late mother's sake, and for Scrooge himself's sake, because it's obvious this old fucker is alone in the world and completely miserable. Fred is the kind of man who knows- and cares- that his late mother would be heartbroken by this. surely this is a large part of his motivation. he's doing this for the love of his mother, and for his mother's love for her brother.
and the idea of this seemingly wasted effort finally paying off? holy shit. that's so uplifting. don't we all have family that we wish we were closer to? maybe it's not as extreme a situation as one's only living relation being an estranged uncle who is an absolute asshole (or maybe it is) but you know. all the same.
secondly, Scrooge getting past his shit and actually reaching back. if he can do that anyone can. no, he doesn't really exist, of course, but that's not the point. it's hopeful. it's saying you and me and everyone else can come back from whatever fucked up shit we've built to isolate ourselves in. that's a way more relatable thing, i'll bet, to most of us, than being a wealthy asshole.