While every September offers its fair share of long-awaited releases, this month boasts an even greater embarrassment of riches than normal.
So many musicals with near-endless resources of talent and money don’t really work as cinema, but the unassuming Singin’ in the Rain is arguably the Great American Musical Film: a near-perfect intersection of singing, dancing, comedy, and romance.
In 1827, throat cutting might have been seen as the “honest” way of killing, but by 1859 Victorians had begun “to recognize the delights of ‘a good poisoning case’.”
That spastic weirdo knob twiddler has made an unapologetically earnest album about the state of America’s psychic and physical landscape. It’s not wacky, it’s not pretensious, and it’ll blow you away.
Brooklyn band sings prettily, spaces out, and splits ears.