So exclaimed one of my friends who had never before seen Freddie Bartholomew, one of the best child actors Hollywood ever produced. Freddie turns in an excellent young David, and it's a pity that the adult David is such an unremarkable figure. That's one reason, I think, why Roland Young's Uriah Heep and Maureen O'Sullavan's Dora are so impressed upon viewers' memories in the later scenes : they have no competition from a strong lead. Still, the first half of this movie is really what carries it, and what everyone thinks of when they conjure up images from the film. Selznick and Cukor did an admirable job of selecting a cast as idiosyncratic as Dickens' creations have to be: WC Fields' ever-hopeful bankrupt Mr. Micawber, Basil Rathbone's sneering stepfather Mr. Murdstone, Edna May Oliver's totally absurd Aunt Betsey Trotwood. It's true, of course, that much of the novel had to be deleted in order to make the movie an acceptable theatrical running time, but the cutting is done well so that the audience does not sense that something is missing from the storyline. If, like my friend, you've never seen the marvel that was Freddie Bartholomew, I urge you to watch "David Copperfield" with your family and friends, preferably at Christmastime.