This February, I’ve been watching (or rewatching) films about, or involving, dance, and exploring the relationships those films have with...

As a kid, I didn’t like Henri Baurel in An American in Paris. I saw him as nothing more than the “other man;” the antagonist who was...

Singin’ in the Rain was my first exposure to old movies. When I was very young, my mom brought home a copy from the library. I fell in...