Vera-Ellen in a publicity photo for The Belle of New York (1952)
She was the only thing worth watching in White Christmas. Not just because she’s so pleasant to look at, but also because she’s an amazing dancer. This Christmas was the first time I’ve ever watched White Christmas, and it will be my last. It’s been 2 weeks, and I’m still amazed by its superb shittiness. Bad music. Bad story. It wasn’t even about Christmas. You mock me Bing Crosby, shame on you.
Okay, I’m officially done with Christmas 2012 posts now that I have that off my back.