American in Paris, An (1951)
“What gets me is, I don’t know anything about her.”
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Response to Peary’s Review: Peary further posits that “Minnelli’s elegant balletic style of dancing is too tame for [Kelly]” — though he concedes that Kelly is finally allowed to “let loose in the extravagant 20-minute musical finale” which features “several striking ballet interludes”; he notes that with its “imaginative use of color, costumes, and sets to create scenes in the styles of French artists … it is [indeed] one of the best production numbers in cinema history”. He argues that “the other, shorter song-and-dance numbers shouldn’t suffer so badly in comparison” — but I don’t quite agree with this sentiment; I’m fond of Kelly performing “I Got Rhythm” with a group of street kids, as well as his joy-filled tap dance routine to “Tra-la-la (This Time It’s Really Love)” in his friend Jerry’s apartment. The primary problem with An American in Paris is its insufficiently developed storyline. Kelly’s crush on Caron is so paper-thin (especially given, as noted above, that she’s not particularly stunning — and he doesn’t see her opening dance sequence, as we do) that we simply can’t understand his instant obsession; meanwhile, Levant’s character is little more than a standard comedic foil, and Guetary is essentially a one-dimensional sap. What we’re left to enjoy are the stunningly vibrant Technicolor sound stage sets, fun costumes (particularly during the black-and-white ball), the Gershwin brothers’ incomparable score, and world-class dance routines — but without a suitable narrative to back all this up, An American in Paris comes up sadly short. It’s certainly worth at least a one-time look, but hasn’t endured as one of the best MGM musicals. Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
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A once-must, for its place in cinema history. But I am not really a fan. This is what I just posted in the facebook ’40-’50s in film group (which kind of covers my feelings on this film):
[This is a contrary opinion – considering it’s a Best Picture winner and all. I love the last 15+ minutes of this movie. The ‘American in Paris Ballet’ is truly a spectacular extravaganza that’s lovely, and a marvel to watch. …Unfortunately,. there’s a whole (other) movie that comes before we get to that. I should qualify: Early on, there’s a charming sequence in which Leslie Caron’s character is introduced in multi-faceted fashion as she is described for us. And midway, Oscar Levant is given a refreshing sequence in which he not only plays Gershwin music beautifully but also brings comic relief: the vision of him as all members of an orchestra plus the conductor. …BUT…Alan Jay Lerner’s story and dialogue are horrendous! Because of that, every time I watch this movie, I start falling asleep. It happened this time too, but I managed to pull myself together enough to finish the film. Maybe some people like a simple story. OK. But does it have to include that lengthy, boring sub-plot of wealthy Nina Foch foaming at the mouth as she slavishly orchestrates getting into Gene Kelly’s pants?! Mon dieu!!!]