Don’t know why I am in the mood to pontificate on corny movies. Case in point: on the 4th, TCM showed, “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.” I hate that movie. Great dancing I will allow, great singing, but good heavens, what miserable songs. Cornball to the max. “I ain’t got no femi-NINE polecat, woohawooo, woohahwoo!”
Bless her beautiful hide, I’m looking for my bride. The brothers: Adam, Benjamin, Caleb, Daniel, Ephraim, Frankincense and Gideon. The only good part is the avalanche. Simpering girls. Cornball, suspender-grabbin’ dudes. whoooawhoo, whooawhoo…