Interminably up itself.
A rare example of a 1940s film where I hated the costumes. Everyone looks awful most of the time. Insufferable flamboyance. And those sandals - men should never ever wear them.
Ballet usually does next to nothing for me and this was no exception. Top-heavy dance sequences in films usually just strike the worst chord. I will never watch An American In Paris again. Yuck. This might have to join that uncelebrated club.
Anton Walbrook was incredible,…