Tarkington's novel, by some quirk, is one of my favourites, one of those I reread recreationally now and then, simply because I like it. I found this adaptation to be wonderfully faithful to the spirit of the book, and Tarkington's intentions, right up until the last ten seconds - and then, dammit, Hollywood tacked on a hackneyed, romantic feel-good fairy-tale ending that entirely subverted the story's message. In the book, people, Alice actually learns something and grows as a woman and as a human being; the ending is bittersweet rather than saccharine.
In summary, I loved the movie, loved the performances, loved the script - hated the stupid ending.
In summary, I loved the movie, loved the performances, loved the script - hated the stupid ending.