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Ingrid Bergman, "Going My Way," 1944. |
I've been really interested lately in comedies from the 1940s. While rarely as funny as the liberating screwball films of the 1930s, they often have a sly social aspect that make them more than just escapist fantasies.
"Going My Way," from 1944, is one of those films. It deals with a number of social issues, including the beginning of the "teenager problem" that came after World War II; it also asks a lot of the wealthier members of society at a time when everyone was already making big sacrifices for the war effort.
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Bing Crosby, "Going My Way," 1944. |
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