Bright Lights Film Journal

Very Clever, Those Armenians

Back in the day, way, way back in the day, in 1960, I first saw It Happened One Night, at age 15 on a 17-inch TV. When the walls of Jericho finally fell, I wondered to myself “Well, since they know how to make good movies, why aren’t they all like this?”

Forty-nine years later, I’m still wondering. Pencil moustaches and plucked eyebrows never looked so good as when Clark and Claudette made their trek from Miami to New York, a journey almost as epic as Huck and Jim’s down the Mississippi, and a lot more stylish. If this be Capra-corn, make mine a double and hold the Noel Coward.

If you don’t get the headline, see the damn picture.