Love is joy, and love is pain, even when you're eleven years old. Little Manhattan tells this old story in a sweet and charming way, although some moments are too predictable, making it clear the target audience is not only grown ups. Personally, the karate scenes made me cringe with their usual lack of realism; that and the other flaws, though, are all fairly minor. Still images do no justice to Charlie, whose acting is first class. I found myself thinking of this film with warmth many days afterwards.