This movie is bananas amazing. And so heartbreaking that Chaplin is once again so prescient in depicting the human cost of fascism.
"Hannah, look up!" I'm not crying, it's just raining on my face.
I wasn't quite sure what was going on at first (conspicuous wig lady trafficker plus young cop (?) with a pineapple obsession, um ok) but I decided to go with it. In the end, I liked it quite a lot. The cinematography is lovely in both halves, changing to reflect each story. Bridgette Lin is amazing, able to convey her emotions through her eyebrows and the tilt of her head since we never see her eyes once.
The two halves…
My parents taped this off cable when I was a child and we watched it over and over simply to hear Danny Kaye completely talk himself into then out of the correct rhyme to remember the right cup to drink (They broke the flagon with the dragon!). And there was singing and dancing. And I'm pretty sure my brothers had the hots for Angela Lansbury and Glynnis Johns (who were probably around 19 or 20 when the movie was shot).
And Basil Rathbone skulks about.
Now that I'm a grownup I have it on DVD and can watch as much as I like!
Although watching historical footage of Nazis stomping their way across Europe isn't quite my cup of tea during this election season, the escape plot for Night Train to Munich is superb. The best spy thrillers are needlessly complicated and the escape-by-gondola is worthy of the Bond franchise (though with far fewer bodies and revolvers that inexplicably fire far more than six bullets).
I was absolutely tickled to see Charters and Caldicott from The Lady Vanishes pop up on the train…