But even with the miracles of movie technology, there is a limit to how cute and frail they can make Tiny Tim. There are physical maximums on how big his eyes can be and how waifish he appears and how sweet his sad little voice is. And eventually theatre is going to reach a point where, in order to avoid being outstripped by the rest of the production, and to continue to appear even more pathetic than before, Tiny Tim will need to be played by a three-legged basset hound puppy wearing a floppy hat with a sprig of holly on the brim.
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