Soror Lucia, the last surviving Fatima real-life visionary, had seen this movie, and said that she didn't like it.
Yeah, but I did...
I really liked it a lot. I loved when it would be on TV. The way some kids love The Sound of Music or the Wizard of Oz. (They're good, too, but I wouldn't say that they changed my life.)

This week, this teacher is going to fall back on the old teacher cop-out: "Now, class, we're going to watch a movie!" Based on experience (let's say, like, Song of Bernadette) the boys will cast their lots with Sr. Lucia. Of course, Mother's Day is coming. Maybe they'll indulge me, if not out of respect for the educational process, then for nostalgia.

[Spelling exercise: R-U-E. The boys would come to rue the day their mother discovered NetFlix. R-U-E.]