A few years back, a friend of mine suggested that we watch White Christmas while we were Washington, DC. A few bottles of red flowed away, as well as a few tears over the plight of the pensioned General Waverly and Bing Crosby’s crooning about unemployed military leaders, and it’s been a tradition to watch the movie every year ever since.
Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney do most of the vocal heavy lifting, Vera-Ellen does most of the heavy duty dancing (with her nearly non-existent waist), and Danny Kaye most of the comedy – the jokes are a bit hokey but it helps make it a classic.
The caper begins when the two gentlemen audition the sisters at a supper club, and then end up with some elaborate plan to have the boys replace them on stage, run off in a cab, take their train compartment while the guys end up sitting in the dining car, all going to Vermont, all because the ladies owe their landlord $200 for a hole in the rug they claim they didn’t make – it sets the stage for the rest of the movie, but I can’t help but agree with Bing Crosby when he says, “Why don’t we just pay the guys $200???”.