Poor Cyd! Again! I thought I’d get a proper fix for my CC jones after the disappointment of Meet Me in Las Vegas . . . I mean c’mon, Gene would be sure to work up several knockout numbers with Cyd, right? Really cut her loose, right? The skate routine was pretty genius, but man, what a let down this film was. Stanley Donen, too, it can’t miss, right? What the hell is up with Hollywood? They can’t even do Hollywood.
Middle of the road musical, but with excellent moments. Charisse's dance in the gym oozes sex appeal, and Kelly's roller skate dance/his use of garbage can lids in choreographing an early number show that he was still at the top of his game, in this ultimately unsatisfying musical, mostly because of the other actors who just seem a bit miscast. Not Kelly's fault, he is great here.
One of the most ideologically distinctive films of its era. For much of its run-time it's totally volatile -- anti-corporate, anti-sentiment, anti-media, anti-friendship -- yet wraps itself up with the same old-timey catharsis characteristic of MGM musicals. Pretty damn great.
One of the great musicals. Unexpectedly sad and disenchanted for a comedy, full of witty criticism (to television, publicity, corporativism, snobism and a whole lot of American values), yet it is a movie of melancolich beauty about the perverse effects of time in people (in ten years, everything changes, especially our heroes). The final shot brings the movie to a cycle: ten years later, will they remain the same?