I love movies that were made in the 1930s. Everything about them–especially the black-and-white films, before color was developed–makes me swoon. I love the clothes, the plots, the complications that magically get fixed within the space of 90 minutes. I love it that men were men, and women more-often-than-not were tough broads, packin’ hearts and hair of platinum.
The plot of Saratoga may look thin, to the uninitiated: bookie loves society girl. Bookie connives to win society girl. Wealthy horsemen, beautiful horses and women in Palm Beach Chic dominate the screen. A little song, a lot of misunderstanding–a wink and a tweak–and then the ending credits roll.
* Thanks to MGM (movie posters).
* Thanks to SonjaHenieFilmFan for the YouTube video of “The Horse with the Dreamy Eyes.”
* Thanks to the Saratoga150 Committee (logo)