Years ago, upon finding my soon-to-be wife had never seen a Bing Crosby movie, I took her to see “Hear Comes the Groom” when it was playing at the local art house during a 50’s retrospective fest. I grew up watching the Road pictures. I thought she needed to see Bing in action. So a date it was.
She hates Bing now. “Hear Comes the Groom” was a weak, convoluted plot executed for no other reason than to have Bing sing two or three VERY out of place tunes. It was a “vehicle” picture where the Bing dialed it in. Not one of Frank Capra’s best. (for instance, it just happens that on a plane trip Bing takes from Europe to America, a USO band is riding along too, with Louis Armstrong, Phil Harris, and a host of other biggies from that era. Of course they break into a song which has nothing to do with the plot, the characters, etc. Out of left field. They have their instruments too! Right in the isle. My wife’s most unfavorite scene)
She has never been able to get over it. Ironically, the only Christmas song she can play by memory from piano lesson days is White Christmas.
In Holly’s honor, I give you: