'Hans Christian Anderson' (1952), a childhood fave I haven't seen for years. It still retains its sweetness, but I noticed something that's always escaped me before.
There's a scene in the early part of the film where the great Danny Kaye as the title character is on his way from his home village to Copenhagen. As invariably happens in musicals, he bursts into song and dance. What's unusual about the scene is the reactions of other people on the road - they're all looking at him like he's escaped from the local loony bin. You never see that in a musical.
Boru
There's a scene in the early part of the film where the great Danny Kaye as the title character is on his way from his home village to Copenhagen. As invariably happens in musicals, he bursts into song and dance. What's unusual about the scene is the reactions of other people on the road - they're all looking at him like he's escaped from the local loony bin. You never see that in a musical.
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson