Singin' in the Rain (1952)

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In September, I suddenly found myself the accompanist for our local high school's production of Singin' in the Rain, which was about four weeks away. I'd never seen the movie, so I thought it was about time I did. The kids and I watched it together and enjoyed it quite a bit. I loved Jean Hagen as Lina Lamont (and our local Lina was pretty great, too; both of them! That's a long story). I'm not a huge fan of musicals, but after playing the piano for this, I like it so much better than at first. And since that's one of my measuring sticks for movies and books, I guess that makes Singin' in the Rain a classic. Like anyone was waiting for me to say that.

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