Sous les Toits de Paris (1930)
Swing Time (1936)
There is a quintessential winter moment that can only happen watching films of the Thirties. Black and white, yes, but what black! what white! what scales of grey! These winter colors from Paris and Hollywood cast a glow for (and on) someone curled up in a love seat on a cold New England night. Thank you, Netflix!
3 comments:
I remember swing time
What a delightlful movie.
Ah, just what I needed: a little taste of heaven.
Glad to touch that spot for you both!
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