Meet Me in St. Louis (1944)
“I don’t want to be just introduced to him. I want it to be something strange and romantic and something I’ll always remember!”
Genres, Themes, Actors, and Directors:
Response to Peary’s Review:
Adapted from “Sally Benson’s short stories about her youth”, the narrative of Meet Me in St. Louis is similarly vignette-driven, divided into four seasons (introduced by old-fashioned title cards), and primarily concerned with showing a nostalgia-riddled vision of a bygone era (which, one should recall, was just 40 years earlier at the time the film was released). At this latter goal, it succeeds admirably: viewers would be hard-pressed to find anything at all unappealing about the lives lived by the Smith family, who are close-knit, wear gorgeous period clothing, live in a “large-but-cozy” house, and have a stern but kind housekeeper (Main) to watch over them. Their biggest concerns — other than the imminent move to NYC, of course — are whether a batch of ketchup stirred up by Astor is too sweet or too sharp; whether Bremer’s long-distance boyfriend will propose to her over the phone; whether the “boy next door” will finally realize Garland is alive; and whether young Tootie and Agnes (Carroll) will survive that year’s Halloween “festivities” (which provide us with a fascinating glimpse at what used to serve as entertainment for young kids on this ghoulish night; getting eggs thrown at your windows no longer seems quite so bad in comparison.)
For a rare dissenting (or at least refreshingly critical) view of the film, be sure to check out DVD Savant’s review. While he rates the film “Excellent” and acknowledges its many virtues, he points out that its primary function at the time was to serve as a subtle wartime reminder “that staying home and staying the same is a great ambition”, and that “Americans were supposed to be lovable small town hicks, the kind who would keep buying tickets to MGM movies indefinitely.” He’s also not afraid to specifically call out some of the storyline’s more troublesome elements — such as during the climactic high school dance, when (as we watch Garland dancing with a series of “undesirable” boys she was originally planning to hoist onto her rival), “the movie… dooms a whole social underclass of boys … to ‘inhuman’ status, in the kind of casual discrimination that the writers had no trouble milking for laughs.”
DVD Savant also admits, “When I first saw the film, I thought Margaret O’Brien was delightful, but her precocious morbidity no longer seems so funny.” Indeed, O’Brien’s iconic performance here continues to divide viewers into two distinct camps (as evidenced by a heated discussion on IMDb’s message board for the film): those who find her “annoying and disturbed”, and those who prefer to view her behavior more forgivingly, as simply a product of the film’s escapism and time period. I’ll admit to agreeing with Savant’s overall sentiment: while I thought she was the cutest thing ever when I first saw this film years ago, upon rewatching it recently I found her surprisingly irritating during certain early scenes. With that said, her heartfelt performance during the two dramatic scenes called out by Peary (particularly the latter one with the snowmen — a precursor to her teary presence while Garland sings the heart-rending “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”) do show clear evidence of her acting abilities, and I believe she deserved the honorary Oscar she was given.
Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
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A once-must, as an acknowledged classic and for its place in cinema history.
That said…I really don’t like this movie, overall.
It’s a film held in overwhelmingly high regard by audiences, many critics and many inside in the film industry.
But I just don’t like it.
I do think ‘The Boy Next Door’, ‘The Trolley Song’ (very nicely choreographed by Charles Walters) and ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ are wonderful songs, and Garland performs them flawlessly (natch).
But, those songs aside, and in spite of the film’s aim of making you feel warm and fuzzy, I’m unfortunately left cold.
The house (where so much of the ‘action’ takes place) could have something to do with it. The colors, the detail, how everything perfectly complements everything, seemingly with nothing out-of-its-place…I feel somewhat as though Martha Stewart were putting a pillow over my face.
Naturally I understand it’s a nostalgic mood piece that sings the praises of the old-fashioned, close-knit family. But, for some reason, everything here feels oppressive to me and, as a viewer, I don’t feel welcome in the home. (But, of course, many Minnelli films feel wound-too-tight to me. I’m always amazed when there’s an exception.)
It could just be I’m in with the minority that feels this way and that’s all there is to it.
And, yes…O’Brien annoys the “h” out of me. Like the front door being slammed in my face.
I spent this revisit listening to the commentary by the very, very knowledgeable John Fricke (who also, as I noted in that post, does the commentary for ‘Girl Crazy’) – it’s the only way I could have – barely – gotten through the film again at all.