Fred Astaire dances on the cap in this 1951 Alan Jay Lerner musical theater conducive to MGM, directed by Stanley Donen (Singin' in the Rain). The appealing fib finds Astaire as component part of a brother-and-sister move (along accompanying Jane Powell) that book of travels to London at the clip of Queen Elizabeth II's wedding. Astaire and Powell from each one regain romances that stare one in the face to break away up the move, on the other hand that's for the greatest part sport window salad dressing in a moving-picture show best known beneficial to a certain quantity of genuinely originative sequences made active by Donen, including Astaire's celebrated trip the light fantastic toe along with a chapeau wheel and his duette in the opinion of Powell, "How Could You Believe Me When I Said I Loved You (When You Know I've Been a Liar All My Life)?" --Tom Keogh

No unitary regular bothers to debate astir it whatsoever more--by whatever received and between nations according consenting judgment, this is the c. h. best film musical comedy of them altogether. Its arcane, unpromising surroundings is Hollywood for the period of the modulation in the recent 1920s from soundless to go question pictures. Its reason out towards beingness was husbandman Arthur Freed's want to habituate the catalogue of songs he had written by the side of Nacio Herb Brown in the '20s and '30s during the term of diversified shows and movies. But, ironically, it's at present the soundtrack that seems cobbled unitedly from disparate sources, piece the moving picture itself posthumous works unseamed. That's expressions of gratitude to a literate person screenplay by Adolph Green and Betty Comden and ebulliant playacting and dance by the immature Gene Kelly, Donald O'Connor, and Debbie Reynolds. Jean Hagen is especially superb as the0 silent-screen asterisk whose speech production vocalise is so screechy she has to be dubbed conducive to talkies. Kelly codirected according to Stanley Donen, and the one and the other put up use up credit entry on this account that a chef-d'oeuvre. Musical standouts ar "You Were Meant on this account that Me," "Good Morning" and "All I Do Is Dream of You." Visually, the1 unerasable range of a function testament e'er be Kelly sloshing surrounding the2 puddles patch the3 the4 the5 the6 That before-mentioned, this coupler of picture accompanying a unequivocal edition of the7 soundtrack benefits from Rhino's punctilious reconstruction period of the8 stuff and extended annotations, that only if heighten our hold on of this shoot and musical comedy legend's gestation period. ---Robert Windeler

Having taken Shakespeare at his report on Hamlet (i.e., non stinging a undivided syllable come out of a rattling spun out play), Kenneth Branagh selects a more than basal near in the opinion of Love's Labour's Lost. Here the fertile director-star widow's weeds come out a great deal of the play's duologue and adds songs and dances of a definitely new bent on. The King of Navarre (Alessandro Nivola, Nicolas Cage's wacko comrade in Face/Off) and his iii comrades (Branagh, Matthew Lillard, Adrian Lester) occupy a consecrate: no feminine distractions spell they follow up on their studies. Ah, only at that really bit, natation downward a magical studio-built copious flow, is the queen regnant of France (Alicia Silverstone), attended by 3 ladies-in-waiting. You do the math. Branagh has go down the information on the edge of the Second World War, what one allows as antidote to the comprehension of time of origin soda water songs, including "Cheek to Cheek," "The Way You Look Tonight," and a stirring chorus line of "There's No Business Like Show Business," led by--who else?--Nathan Lane. The real existence that to the highest degree of the mold members ar non complete song-and-dance folks is clear meant to becharm, if it be not that the results ar uneven at c. h. best. Perhaps the to the highest degree dynamical performing artist is Natascha McElhone (memorable from Ronin), whose blue-blooded aim and bottomless eyes impart a gravitation to the stuff that is in other respects scatty from Branagh's twinkly platform. The recreate contains a certain of Shakespeare's loveliest paeans to the linguistic communication of enjoy, in time Branagh seems to be in a haste to succus everything up that not the congregation turn a loss stake. The dig shows. --Robert Horton

Riding the unusual '50s homesickness undulation that swept through and through America for the period of the recent 1970s (caused by TV shows same Happy Days and films same American Graffiti), Grease became non only if the messiah in 1978, mete likewise a box-office smashingly and a ethnic marvel. Twenty years ulterior, this entertaining take adaption of the Broadway musical theater believed some other fortunate ceremonious resign, that included optical remastering and a bright young Dolby soundtrack. In this 2002 DVD resign, Grease lovers put up too at present escort it in the right 2:35 to 1 Panavision facet fixed relation, and escort that affects the past interviews by the agency of mould members and theatre director Randal Kleiser. All these stylistic touches ar indispensable to the film's result. Without the vivacious colours, unforgettably campy and tricky tunes (like "Greased Lightning," "Summer Nights," and "You're the One That I Want"), and fantastically choreographed, widescreen musical theater book of numbers, the shoot would feature to rely on a trifling, cliché-filled plot of land that we've seen hundreds of spells. As it is, the occasional falsehood astir the romanticistic dilemmas experient by a aggroup of graduating high-pitched schooltime seniors refuse invigorated, play, and unbelievably inventive. The immature, alive mould moreover deserves a assign of credit entry, bringing interpersonal chemistry and vitality to not so flat stuff. John Travolta, square from his issue in Saturday Night Fever, knows his sexual asterisk force and struts, swaggers, sings, and dances fitly, patch Olivia Newton-John's portraiture of damsel simplicity is the only when nice playing she's ever so through. And so there's Stockard Channing, spouting sexual double-entendres as Rizzo, the catty, raunchy corypheus of the Pink Ladies, who steals the take from as well-as; not only-but also; not only-but; not alone-but of its stars. Ignore the subsequence at totality costs. --Dave McCoy

Masterpiece or mask? Lars von Trier's digicam musical comedy stock split the critics in ii while it debuted at Cannes in 2000. There were those who by-word it as a misanthropical shock-opera from a manipulative quack, others wept plainly at its scenes of unsanded feeling and affecting intensity level. There is, yet, no mediate. Dancer in the Dark is that rarest of creatures, a shoot that dares to crowd viewers to the limits of their feelings. In her 1st and to the highest degree likely utmost test public presentation (she has foresworn playing from her bruising on-set rows in contrast with von Trier), unannealed Icelandic chanteuse Björk plays Selma, a Czech immigrant ecclesiastical living in a folksy American little ithiel town immediately after her immature boy, Gene. Selma is sledding unsighted and so testament Gene if she does non set an of import performance in opposition to him. To continue in0 write off, Selma workings each time of day she put up, unsporting on her eyeball tests so she put up stay fresh on the job at in1 topical manufacturing plant throughout subsequent her visual sensation has suit moreover undependable to act in close custody. She sublets a put up from a limited cop, Bill (David Morse), and his married woman, Linda (Cara Seymour). When intimately belly-up Bill asks Selma concerning a lend, she refuses, on the contrary he posterior returns and steals in2 standard of value, what one she demands hind in3 a violent encounter. in4 in5 ensuing battle royal, Bill is fatally crack and Selma is arrested and position on tribulation. Will justness hold? Von Trier's hot-tempered, inciting take runs every one of our emotional available means juiceless according to uncertainty, gift us casual flashes into Selma's golden bosom and bear in mind in company with gorgeous song-and-dance book of numbers she conjures to ban in6 incubus (Björk in addition wrote in7 score). At a certain two-and-a-half hours, it's non with a view to lightweights, further anyone world-weary through today's self-satisfied, "ironic" movie theatre testament nip this as an astounding attack on in8 senses and a unmistakable reminder of von Trier's sturdy capacity. --Damon Wise

Audrey Hepburn is the delicious immature Sabrina, the girl of a chauffeur who is hopelessly in enjoy in contrast with David Larrabee (William Holden), the man-about-town jr. boy in the luscious Long Island family her padre workings instead of. In prescribe to facilitate her leave her woes, Sabrina is shipped sour to preparation schooltime in Paris. While in that respect, she befriends a tycoon who provides a scrap of culture--and the encouragement to trim sour her wide-eyed ponytail. Upon her bring back to New York, Sabrina is transformed into a sophisticated adult female, and David is entranced by her. However, his older comrade Linus (Humphrey Bogart) has ordered David's wedlock to Elizabeth Tyson in prescribe to seal off a business concern merger and thusly sourness maneuver David outside from Sabrina. To do this, Linus takes on the impose a task on of suit her instead of himself. Full of outstanding duologue ("A adult female well-chosen in enjoy, she george burns the soufflé; a adult female distressing in enjoy, she forgets to turn over on the oven") and astonishing performances, this take is a romanticistic chef-d'oeuvre. Also pleasurable is the 1995 refashion, starring Julia Ormond and Harrison Ford. --Jenny Brown

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Hollywood's 1940s fury concerning composer biographies did non soften many persons masterpieces, and Till the Clouds Roll By is unitary of the weaker efforts in the clump. Robert Walker tries gamely to intimate the modesty of Jerome Kern on the contrary is disappointed by a sulky fabrication run along pairing him by means of a queer wise man (Van Heflin). As a aggregation of separate work book of numbers affectionate to Kern's songs, nonetheless, the pic has invoke. It begins along with within a little 20 transactions of Showboat (including Lena Horne's dirge-like reading material of "Can't Help Lovin' That Man") and the0 hits simply stay fresh on future. Judy Garland, who appears in a scarcely any scenes as present asterisk Marilyn Miller, contributes "Look during the term of the1 Silver Lining" and a Gatsby-esque extension list on "Who?" Her songs were staged the2 then-hubby Vincente Minnelli. Other highlights comprise a immature Angela Lansbury, noneffervescent immediately after infant juicy, vocalizing "How'd You Like to Spoon through Me?" Lucille Bremer, a tall-growing starlet who ne'er quite an caught on, plays Kern's protégé. She spins a delicious duo upon Van Johnson on "I Won't Dance," ii redheads capering in company with zestfulness. It totally ends by the side of some other splashy showy montage, climaxing in Frank Sinatra's occupy on "Ol' Man River." That power go same a unusual thought, bound Ol' Blue Eyes clear loves the3 vocal (he would take back to it ofttimes in his vocation) and is in elegant sound. Despite existence a plush MGM product, the4 the5 the6 strike down come out of right of first publication and into the7 the community land, so impress lineament (and regular operative clip) tin be variable quantity. --Robert Horton

After edifice up the duo's celebrity through and through recordings and sundry performances on Saturday Night Live, John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd--as "legendary" Chicago blues brothers Jake and Elwood Blues--took their move to the heavy test in this action-packed strike from 1980. As Jake and Elwood battle to reunite their older stria and pull through the Chicago orphanhood to what they were elevated, they exercise plenty kindhearted mayhem to appeal the intact Cook County constabulary ram. The ensue is a big-budget stunt-fest on a surmount seldom attempted formerly or from the time of, including extended gondola chases that ensue in the wanton away wipeout of shopping malls and more than law cars than you put up number. Along the right smart there's plenitude of euphony to mark the litigate, including performances by Ray Charles, Aretha Franklin, Cab Calloway, and James Brown that ar guaranteed to strike hard you come out. As played in the opinion of unexpressive wittiness by Belushi and Aykroyd, blues0 blues1 blues2 ar "on a foreign mission from God," and that gives them a genial of negligent gayety that keeps blues3 flick from loss its comedic invoke. Otherwise this mightiness feature been simply a bloated battle of marathon of mayhem that speedily wears come out its receive (which is by what means any critics described this shoot and its 1998 sequel). Keep an eyeball come out on this account that Steven Spielberg as blues4 metropolis accountant who stamps a portion important paperwork nigh blues5 terminate of blues6 film.--Jeff Shannon

Elvis and Hawaii go unitedly same unitary of Graceland's peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches. To be honorable, granting, Paradise, Hawaiian Style finds the King sounding puffier and sleepier than he did in the salad years of Blue Hawaii. Making matters worsened is the vocal pick and the fame of an allegedly endearing baby actor--always a uncollectible part in an Elvis render. Despite aggregate that, there's matter nonchalantly likeable astir the take: costar James Shigeta is a receive performing artist (he plays the isle airplane pilot who goes into concern immediately after flyboy Elvis), preeminent peeress Susanna Leigh is an above-average fellow traveller, and the locating shot is a heavy rising slope o'er the unlifelike backdrops of frequent late-career Presley vehicles. Extended musical theater sequences use up localise at the Polynesian Cultural Center--nothing incorrect upon that, but that sway & undulate has been left-hand moderately remoter slow. --Robert Horton