THE SOUND OF MUSIC Review

Wondrous. A spectacle of a picture that never dissuades the audience or itself into thinking it's something else. The rise in cynicism and the modern fusion of genre has led to something as such being so foreign in comparison. Making this feel borderline fresh today. Not that the above are bad things, but how many genre films today that garner praise get tagged with the "it knows what it is" compliment? While Hollywood probably isn't yearning to churn out more musicals in the 2020s, and something of a mid-ground between the two period comparisons like La La Land was met with a considerable skepticism, there is no reason why this shouldn't still be appreciated on the level it's become accustomed.

The vibrant DeLuxe Color, the songs remembered for what they were vs. how they've been satirized since, Andrews, the set design and dear god the locations, the drapes renewed, the captain reawakened, the thriller-level tension in the graveyard, and finally — and again — Andrews. The Pollyanna tower crumbles without her hitting every note, every smile, and every hug of the children with absolute sincerity. She's the epitome of that wondrous. On such a level that you find yourself wishing she'd make you draped clothing as well, so that you may never have to say so long. Or farewell.

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The above was taken from my Letterboxd review.