Ninotchka. Ernst Lubitsch. 1939.
This is most amusing. It’s an American fantasia of robotic Soviet women and naive Soviet men, and Garbo sells it.
Billy Wilder. I should have guessed.
Fashion is hard.
This is very charming indeed. My main problem with the movie is the Count — the steps the Grand Duchess are taking to keep him from going off with Garbo are… they make no sense. Melvyn Douglas isn’t really a great catch now is he?
But it really is a lovely movie. Garbo is just perfect, of course, but there’s so many good performances. The three Soviet goofs are fantastic, and it’s perfectly paced.
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