看雨中曲和阿斯泰爾的舞蹈，留意到夢(mèng)境舞蹈中扮演黑社會(huì)的女人的舞蹈演員Cyd Charisse，她的好幾個(gè)片似乎都是以芭蕾為基底，沒(méi)見(jiàn)過(guò)踢踏舞或者其他類(lèi)型，我就有個(gè)疑問(wèn)：好萊塢黃金時(shí)代芭蕾是不是和踢踏舞不太兼容到一個(gè)人？

銀色圣誕里，Vera-Ellen和danny跳的第一個(gè)舞，感覺(jué)是涉及了好多種舞：首先感覺(jué)他的基礎(chǔ)是芭蕾舞，而這段舞中間又見(jiàn)到有踢踏和交誼舞，在船殼背上跳的是弗拉門(mén)戈。麗塔海華絲的舞蹈感覺(jué)是很放松，并有一點(diǎn)俏皮玩樂(lè)，在卡門(mén)裏面的弗拉門(mén)戈，比較起西班牙弗拉門(mén)戈大師跳的，就顯得鬆垮和輕佻。Vera-Ellen比較西班牙弗拉門(mén)戈大師的，也是缺少那種挺拔和力量的感覺(jué)，可能是要顧及整段舞的基調(diào)吧。

銀色圣誕后來(lái)有段穿灰藍(lán)色衣服女舞者跳的，有點(diǎn)現(xiàn)代舞的感覺(jué)。

Paramount Pictures’ very first VistaVison extravaganza and American’s Yuletide staple, Michael Curtiz’s WHITE CHRISTMAS, conceived thematically but unofficially as a sequel to Mark Sandrich’s HOLIDAY ANN (1942), stars the top-notch crooner Bing Crosby as Bob Wallace, paired with Danny Kaye’s Phil Davis, they are the Wallace-Davis singing duo that makes their mark in NYC.

After ending up with a sisters act Betty and Judy Haynes (Clooney and Vera-Ellen), in Pine Tree, Vermont for the Christmas season, Wallace and Davis buckle down to help revitalize the inn owned by their former commanding officer in WWII, General Waverly (Jagger, embodying the star-spangle wholesomeness without a hitch), by bringing their entire hit musical to the place, a stunt will provide dear reminiscence for the retired general, whose livelihood is at stake if there is not enough patronage in this seemingly snow-less season, miracles, even a meteorological one will occur to save the day, gracing the festive atmospherics with a patriotic congratulation, but most importantly, it is an elderly military man’s easily bruised pride that should be treated with kid gloves.

Elsewhere, the quartet’s romantic vibes are served as a bare-bones plot devise, especially when Judy gets her wire crossed with Bob, a small setback only to be conveniently ironed out and she arrives at last minute on the scene, but seamlessly performs the centerpieces alongside with her costars as if she has never left and rehearsal is completely hogwash. But plausibility is never of major concern if you have show-tunes galore from Irving Berlin to smooth anyone’s ruffled feathers, the titular song is rehashed from HOLIDAY INN by Crosby, who is genial as ever, but the gaping age difference between him and his romance conquest is only accentuated under the VistaVison scrutiny; Clooney is a very fine chanteuse, but not nimble-foot enough to keep up with the rhythm and dramatic chops are significantly wanting here; Kaye is at his best in his buffoonish antics, and Vera-Ellen, the legit terpsichorean among the quartet, suffers from the fact that the bloom is visibly off the rose, and technically her movement is not on the par with Cyd Charisse or Ginger Rogers (for the former’s sheer grace and the latter’s apparent effortlessness), plus, she has no Astaire by her side to work wonders.

A lavish banquet on both ocular and aural levels, but there is something missing among all the varicolored pageantry and hubbubs, may it be the self-serious message it strives to send, or the lack of chemistry between the leads or charisma oozed from its players, or perhaps, it is not the right season to watch it, its magic diminishes when there is no Christmas tree or snow to facilitate our expectant preparedness.