Happy day five of Christmas!
Click here to check out preciousness from 1945’s The Bells of St. Mary’s with Bing Crosby and Ingrid Bergman. . . the kids wrote their own Christmas play. Bobby is killing me. “Well, it’s a little bit, not good. You see, we’re still practishing.”
They’d never do something like this in a movie made today. . . we don’t have the attention span! Please exercise patience and you’ll be glad you did.
We watched some other holiday movies this year. Scrooged. . . weird. I generally like Bill Murray, but this one didn’t work for me. To my mind, White Christmas remains the unparalleled, reigning, undefeated champion of holiday films! The bright VistaVision colors (and the white snow); the Hollywood glamor (and wholesomeness). . . the heartache, the love, the charm, the singing (and dancing!), and of course, the General.
You’re unruly! You’re undisciplined!
And I never saw anything look so wonderful in my whole life.