Source: A.O. Scott in the NYT
December 20, 2008
One of the best things about old movies is that they’re, well, old. Among other pleasures, they offer a unique form of time travel, immersing us in bygone styles of dress and speech, quaint habits and notions. Hollywood classics in particular provide glimpses of a very different America by showing us the culture and physical environments our grandparents and parents lived in, and by acquainting us with some of their fantasies and dreams.
But lately, when I’ve sought escape from the