Lubitsch’s film is a deceptively lighthearted exploration of class and gender issues in Britain on the brink of World War II.
Disney’s animated classic finds its way into their unimpeachable Blu-ray catalog with all the walking bells and floating whistles.
What is the famed “Lubitsch touch” if not the quiet thrill of being in on the joke?
I’m no longer Friedrich. I’m no longer 14. And I’m no longer a boy. So why does this movie continue to haunt my nightmares?
The film’s optimistic integration of intellectual and physical impulses lends it a feeling of wholeness closer to Howard Hawks’s later, more serene films.
You’d have to go to Barbara Billingsley for another jive session this enjoyable.
Disney was and is a studio with an impenetrably inflated sense of quality control.
Did we mention that Carol Channing’s performance in Irwin Allen miniseries Through the Looking Glass is one of the greatest performances ever caught on film?