Well, that was an interesting experience. Squirming and sighing and muttering “Oh my God” under my voice, then my wife screaming “It gets worse!” and all this from a film I enjoyed a lot. That’s right, we watched Holiday Inn (1942) for the first time on Blu-ray.
My wife and I first watched Holiday Inn two Christmasses ago on television, I believe it was Christmas Eve, and it was on in the middle of the afternoon. Bing Crosby, Fred Astaire, a woman; we paid some attention and we enjoyed it; and wow, so that’s where the song White Christmas comes from!
Last year, it was on TV again. We remembered that we had quite enjoyed it. It was warm, sappy, cosy stuff, exactly what you want around Christmas, and unlike It’s a Wonderful Life it wouldn’t reduce me to a blubbering mess. So we watched it again, and once again we really enjoyed it.
This December came around and we decided that we would add it to our roster of annual Christmas films, alongside Die Hard and Bridget Jones’s Diary and the aforementioned blubber-maker. So, I decided to buy it on Blu-ray. Last night we settled down to enjoy it, we both had work the next day, so it would be a nice way to take our minds off everything at the moment.
For those of you who don’t know, Holiday Inn is about Bing Crosby’s singer and Fred Astaire’s dancer duelling it out for the affections of Marjorie…
