This is the goofiest of all the goofy films that came out in the 50s. Not quite a musical, it has that kind of feeling without all of the lyrics. I was expecting a bit more in the way of "entertainment" than the morality play it turned out to be. Mel Ferrer's self-hating war veteran saves it from being too schmaltzy, but also prevents it from being the great fun it should have been. The darkness of his character feels out of place in Lili's magical world.
Leslie Caron is cute as a button and innocent as a cotton ball, but can you make a movie around her perky nose and moist eyelids? Apparently you can.
Just one thing about the dream sequences. They're so disappointingly expressionist. That said, once you see the ending of "An American In Paris" you'll never be able to stomach anything less.
Leslie Caron is cute as a button and innocent as a cotton ball, but can you make a movie around her perky nose and moist eyelids? Apparently you can.
Just one thing about the dream sequences. They're so disappointingly expressionist. That said, once you see the ending of "An American In Paris" you'll never be able to stomach anything less.