And continuing with my new-found interest in old movies, I watched An American In Paris last week and I must say, the film is a complete carnival!
And not in a good way. It’s as if MGM (the studio) took all their best dancers, musicians, costumes and sets and poured them into this one production, and finally ended up with a garish extravaganza with an ill-conceived plot, half-baked characters and some very forgettable songs. In fact, the characters have been reduced to dancing machines, much like Hrithik Roshan in the Hometrade ads.
You can’t peel your eyes off the man’s anatomy, which has a mind of its own. But the product and the characters and the plots are all a blur. Leslie Caron is wasted, except for her exquisite ballet, which the movie greedily laps up at every instant. She is one of my favourite actresses, so impressive in The Glass Slipper, Lili and Gaby, and adorable at the ripe old age of 69 in Chocolat.
written with alot of passion