He opened one eye and said, “Whatever happened to movies like “Singin’ in the Rain”?
Memories, sweet memories of my first honeymoon, the year 1952-two weeks in Miami Beach with my high school sweetie, my husband gone too soon. We saw Singin’ in the Rain there, rejoiced in the songs and dance, humor, Donald O’Connor ‘s antics as second banana, Gene Kelly’s brilliance and dear husky voice, and Debbie Reynolds-so fresh and adorable. We talked for hours in the hot sun and both of us got sun burn down one side from head to toe looking at each other. The next day we flipped over to the other side to even out tans and kept talking. Thirty seven years of conversation. That’s what marriage is. Communication with a big dose of love.
Meanwhile back to movies, Don went to the local library, borrowed Singin’ in the Rain and we laughed our way through two hours of delicious entertainment. Hollywood doesn’t make movies like that any more. Vampires,shape shifters,aliens,car chases,murder & mayhem rule.
Run don’t walk to your nearest library or buy a copy of Singin’ in the Rain, pop some corn and settle in for a great time