Rod Sedgwick’s review published on Letterboxd:
''Dignity. Always, dignity.''
So it seems the expectation that I had mistakenly placed on this film was that of pure, gay as a lark fluff that would have me reaching for the nearest bottle of Valium just to balance out the happiness overload. The only visual motif I have logged for Singin' in the Rain is that of the titular song and it's happy, splashy umbrella jig.
''What's so wrong with being so damn happy?''' you ask.
''Has all that doom-laden heavy metal you obsess over, got you down son?''
Well it seems that wearing a Cheshire grin is not so bad at all, a little slap-stick dance routine can be quite a delight and this film just aint all song and dance!
Quite the surprise it was, to find that not only are the stupendously magnificent music and dance routines used sparingly, but that there is a damn great movie about the movies here as well - Yes Sunset Boulevard great!
I am in love with every second of this dazzling technicolour delight, with its charming characters, its sharp and snappy dialogue and its portrayal of the trials and tribulations that was the transition from the silent era to the talkies.
This is a happy pill that I will prescribe myself repeat doses of in the future.
''What a glorious feelin', I'm happy again...''