Fiddler on the Roof

I just saw the 1971 film version of Fiddler on the Roof for the fifty bajillionth time. I always forget how much I enjoy it until I have occasion to sit down and watch it again. Every time, it just totally sucks me in even though I know exactly what's going to happen, who it's going to happen to, and what song is going to be sung while it's happening.

This was the first time I watched it since becoming a father, however. Now, it's like watching a totally different movie. It's metaphors inside metaphors all about the father/child relationship. And some cool, bottle-headed dancing action.

Interesting viewing for new fathers whether they are rich men (deega deega deega deega dum) or paupers.