Jonathan White’s review published on Letterboxd:
Ok, this review is a race against time. I'm writing in haste. This is rarely good. My better half is probably typing away right now, and I’m sure she’s going to be making fun of me.
I actually have seen Singing In The Rain multiple times, just not that recently. Not recently meaning decades. Many decades. I’m an unabashed musical fan, and I often quote my favourite screen musicals. Singing In The Rain has never been among them. It’s not that I remember disliking it, it’s just that the only thing that I’ve ever remembered was the titular number. It’s historic, it’s wonderful, but not enough to make me quote it as one of my all time loved musicals.
Tonight, we were supposed to watch Alien with our neighbours. Well, turns out that we don’t own it .. go figure! So, we then turned to some Netflix 40’s stuff ... well Netflix was cranky. So, we started browsing what we had cached on disk. As the cursor was moving along, I pointed out Singing in the Rain. Everyone seemed to be happy with this choice so away we went.
Honestly, I didn’t remember anything about this film. It was like watching it for the first time. For a musical romantic like me I can’t tell you what a treat this was.
*just ran out for a smoke in Lise’s office, and I see that she already has a whack of paragraphs written .. I’m determined to post this first before she totally makes fun of me.*
Singing in the Rain brought back memories of my favorite screen musicals ... Holiday Inn, White Christmas, Top Hat, Midnight, Guys and Dolls and others. Except, it was a master class dictating the rules of the game to all of them, those created before and after. I was swept away. I was simply in love. I’m still glowing now. I can’t believe that I haven’t rewatched this in the last decades. Everything about it is perfect, or at least near perfect.
I’m sure my better half will elucidate the comparisons to The Artist much better than I can. I’m completely amazed that both lovers and haters of that film haven’t drawn comparisons.
I didn’t cry ... really. I may on the next viewing though.
Anyway, I’m in love. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. What a treat, what a gift! While I’m not quite ready to rank it within my favourite musicals, I guarantee some are going to get displaced.
In the end Lise didn't make fun of me. She accepts me. Begrudgingly sometimes. Just like this film.