Hooray, it's that time of year again! Hunker down against the blizzard, grab that mug of hot cider and throw another log on the fire. Bring on the snow and ice!
Because I'm sure you're tired of the same old songs every year, I'll provide links over the next few weeks to highlight some lost classics to heighten the mood.
Today's Aural Adjunct: Winter by Billy Murray, one of my favorite songs of all time. I swear, if the man would go on tour now, I'd be at the front of the stage screaming with glee.
The Zamboni driver has already been at work, smoothing the surface for our stars Claudette Colbert and Melvyn Douglas:
No stunt doubles here; those are the actors skating outdoors for a very long, unbroken shot with icy dialog and business both. There is some impressive camerawork too (backwards and on skates):
It is a shame that the writing stinks to high heaven, otherwise this would be a good film to revisit this time each year. At least it is gorgeous to watch. This film is so heavy with winter sports that I'm going to carry it on over the next few days. It's enough to want to take a spin around the rink. Whee!
I Met Him in Paris (1937)
directed by Wesley Ruggles
cinematography by Leo Tover
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