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In my dreams, he'll always be Patty McCormack as The Bad Seed, and I savor the moment at movie's end, as he hurries along the rainy pier in his little slicker, and receives his final Message From God - in a flash.
It plays over and over in my mind - the cartoon determination, the obliviousness, the banality and mean-spiritedness, the little pile of soot. Helps to take my mind off the mountain of pain he's engendered.
Cheap, I know, but effective.