If ever there was a "guilty pleasure," it's Bing Crosby's White Christmas. From the sappy story line to the half-baked songs, this thing truly is mediocrity writ large.
But it works! There's just such a prevailing aura of niceness in White Christmas that, except for the beatnik dance sequence where I always fast-forward, I can't stop loving the simple, guilt-ridden pleasure of this sweet contrivance.
WC is a professional joy, wrapped with a big, fat holiday ribbon, that continues to make me smile some 37 years after I first saw it.
My fifth grader loves it, too. Not a bad recommendation for a movie panned by the critics, both professional and amateur, of which I am one.
But it works! There's just such a prevailing aura of niceness in White Christmas that, except for the beatnik dance sequence where I always fast-forward, I can't stop loving the simple, guilt-ridden pleasure of this sweet contrivance.
WC is a professional joy, wrapped with a big, fat holiday ribbon, that continues to make me smile some 37 years after I first saw it.
My fifth grader loves it, too. Not a bad recommendation for a movie panned by the critics, both professional and amateur, of which I am one.