"I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you're with them." -- The Accidental Tourist

This week, Film.com is featuring four DVDs recommended for Valentine's Day. Each day through Thursday the 14th, we'll select a film that captures the spirit of romance. Thinking outside the heart-shaped chocolate box, we chose three great vintage Hollywood classics and a modern indie (one that reminds us how love comes in boxes of all shapes), and placed them in the player for this year's Digital Valentine's Day film fest.

Digital Valentine's Day No. 3: Singin' in the Rain

If you're already a fan of Singin' in the Rain's rhapsodic soft-shoe through Roaring Twenties Hollywood, you already understand how beloved the movie is. You don't need me to tell you that this 1952 romantic comedy transcended being simply the best of the MGM Technicolor musicals to become one of movie-making's most pleasurable essential classics.

Gene Kelly, Donald O'Connor, and Debbie Reynolds star in a funny, affectionate, romantic nod to old Hollywood. Jean Hagen steals the show as a screechy-voiced diva, but the real stars here are some of the finest song-and-dance numbers ever put on film. From the top-shelf songs to the clever cinephilic script by Betty Comden and Adolph Green, to the performances and the sheer look of it all, this one's the Taj Mahal, Armstrong's footprint on the moon, the 2001 Arizona-New York World Series, the Clash's London Calling, and the perfect foamy head on an expertly poured Guinness.

If you're already on board with all that, this review isn't for you. There's no point in me preaching to the tenors.

No, this time I'm talking to everyone else. You guys like me who, if you picked up the DVD box at Blockbuster with no knowledge of what's inside, you'd give its happy-sappy cover art a smart-ass scowl before putting it down and heading to the Exploding Vehicles & Buildings aisle. If you can say, "I don't like musicals" as easily as "I don't like anthrax," stick with me. We're those guys who groove on Tarantino flicks and Samuel Jackson. It's just you and me talking now -- we red-meat-ordering, ballgame-shouting, coffee-drinking (that's coffee, not "double decaf espresso with a hazelnut shot"), Spike TV-watching guys who'd associate the phrase "What a glorious feeling!" with pleasures closer to the solar plexus than to Gene Kelly's tap shoes.

Not only is Singin' in the Rain a "just check it out" movie even for guys who think they hate musicals. I also guarantee you this: There are guys out there who watched this movie for the first time with a date, found to their surprise that they liked it -- a lot -- and that liking it contributed to their getting some glorious feeling later that night. The trouble is, the movie's big blowout dance number near the end generates so much sexual tension that you may, while in the throes of passion, find yourself uttering Cyd Charisse's name at precisely the wrong moment.

Here are a few points to consider if you're on the fence about Singin' in the Rain sharing space on your shelf alongside Pulp Fiction and Fight Club:

1). Singin' in the Rain is a sci-fi movie.

Writer Ray Bradbury (The Martian Chronicles, Fahrenheit 451) has gone on record saying that Singin' in the Rain is a true-blue old-school science fiction film. When you take the c. 1952 definition of science fiction as a tale having a plot driven by some scientific development, then, Bradbury points out, Singin' in the Rain, although set in its own past and not about a cyborg policeman or a teleportation booth, is essentially a science fiction movie. The entire plot is driven by how these peoples' lives are changed by the new (to them) technology of sound cinema -- the "talkies." According to Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles is not science fiction, while Singin' in the Rain is.

Just look at the plot. It's 1927, the days of flappers and silent flickers. Don Lockwood (Gene Kelly) is a screen idol of silent films, a swashbuckling romantic hero like Douglas Fairbanks and Errol Flynn. He co-stars in his hit films with beautiful Lina Lamont (Jean Hagen, in perhaps the greatest of all "dumb blond" performances). While Don and Lina are shooting a silent swordplay-and-damsels flick, The Dueling Cavalier, for Monumental Pictures, a new Warner Brothers smash called The Jazz Singer opens -- and the first major studio feature employing sound technology is a screaming success. Despite protests from the old guard ("They'll lose their shirts!" predicts Monumental's top-dog producer), there's no stopping this new scientific advance. So Monumental's producer (Millard Mitchell) stops production until his studio can upgrade to the new high-tech before being dinosaured out of business.

The bad news is that screen queen Lina's nasal voice could stun a police dog. Plus, she's such an airhead that the fan magazines convince her that she and Don are in love. Her brain cells fire only when she's scheming to get rid of a new personal and professional rival, young showgirl Kathy Selden (Debbie Reynolds in her first major role). The Dueling Cavalier is retooled for sound, but the cast and crew are so inexperienced with the "gadget" that the premiere screening is a disaster. Equipment failure leads to catcalls and laughter from the audience. The Dueling Cavalier is a museum piece -- and Don believes he is too -- until Don's old pal from the vaudeville days, Cosmo Brown (Donald O'Connor, funny and nimble and quick) invents the concept of dubbing Kathy's lovely singing and speaking voice over Lina's and turning The Dueling Cavalier into a musical.

Of course, Don and Kathy fall in love, Lina connives and schemes, and disaster almost befalls Don and Kathy and Cosmo and Monumental Pictures -- until the cutting-edge technology saves the day just in the nick of time.

Oh, yeah. While all that's going on, Singin' in the Rain packs in some of movie history's funniest scenes, happiest moon-June-spoonin', and most enjoyable singin' and dancin' and splashin' about in a rain puddle. It's fast moving, exquisitely put together, corny in all the sublime ways, and -- this still stuns me -- so fresh and fun and new that it's hard to believe that it was made more than fifty years ago.

And here's something else while we're thinking in science-fictional terms. When the aliens finally come to Earth, after they look around, load their orbiting planet-buster weapons, and take humanity to task for our demonstrable talents in creating unnecessary pain -- we can go a long way toward redeeming ourselves as a species by pointing to Singin' in the Rain and saying, "Okay, but we can do this too."

2). Gene Kelly could kick your ass.

You think dancing and singing are for sissies? Compared to Kelly and his clowning co-star, Donald O'Connor, "extreme sports" fanatics are just pantywaist posers. Let's see you even try to keep up with what Kelly and O'Connor's athleticism -- their speed, timing, dexterity, control, and (good God!) stamina. They combined that athleticism with artistry so seamlessly that you can't separate the physical prowess from the exuberant style. And they did it while singing (convincingly lip-synching anyway). Finally, they make it look easy, the hallmark of a pro.

Watch Kelly's title number, "Singing' in the Rain," the most famous dance routine in cinema, and remember that he had the flu and a high fever while shooting it. And during O'Connor's outrageous, all-stops-out "Make 'em Laugh" number (another of filmdom's signature scenes) notice that he performs the entire scene -- including running up and back-flipping off a wall (twice!) -- in fewer than ten long "takes" or cuts. Where today could you find anyone willing or able to show that level of skill on screen instead of trying to fool us with cosmetic editing every three seconds or less? What you see here in the real deal.

Add to the evidence these facts: Gene Kelly was 40 at the time, "old" for the demands of his work even by today's standards. He never shows off his physique, but if the Kelly we see in Singin' were to walk into Gold's Gym today, he'd get a nod of approval from the regulars there for being in terrific shape. And he had to deal with the stress and pressures of co-directing as well as supervising the choreography. If all that doesn't earn him a Platinum Guy Card, just remember that Jackie Chan lists Kelly as one of his inspirations, and in three movies Kelly teamed with Frank Sinatra. Badda-bing, baby!

3). Cyd Charisse and Debbie Reynolds are suh-mokin' hot.

Talk about your Bad Girl/Good Girl pair.

Give the word "sultry" flesh in three dimensions and it would slink out of the dictionary as Cyd Charisse in the "Broadway Melody/Broadway Rhythm" showcase ballet near the end of the movie. Her duet with Kelly made it past any studio bluenoses by being Art, but even though not a word is spoken this is one sexually charged "do me now" pas de deux. There she stands in her Louise Brooks hairstyle and breathy-thin dress cut up to there. And when she blows cigarette smoke from her nostrils, reveals her scrumptious leg up close and very personal to Kelly's fantasy hoofer, then accepts his thrusting embrace when she gets under his skin ... if that doesn't steam your jeans right then and there, you might as well cancel your subscription to Maxim.

As Kathy Selden, fresh-faced 19-year-old Debbie Reynolds, a former Miss Burbank, was as cute as they come and loaded with talent. She's the ultimate pert and accidentally sexy girl next door. She was an untrained dancer and an actress of limited experience when MGM signed her for the role, but she took to Kelly's intense tutelage like a pro. Because she was able to hold her own with Kelly and O'Connor, as well as up against the vastly experienced "serious" actress Jean Hagen, the resulting film made her a star. Now she has her own casino in Las Vegas and she's Carrie "Princess Leia" Fisher's mom. How's that for a girl next door?

(In either case, men ... and this is just between you and me ... If you've ever dated a dancer, you know that just thinking about what Reynolds' and Charisse's legs are capable of will put a lift in your stride.)

4). Impress a date with your insightful grasp of movie trivia.

Singin' in the Rain opened in '52 to stellar reviews. Even then critics and moviegoers knew that this was something special. So you'd think it would have scooped up the Oscars, right? But Singin' earned no Oscars. It was only nominated for two, Best Supporting Actress (Hagen) and Best Musical Score. Hagen lost to Gloria Grahame for The Bad and the Beautiful, and the Best Score award went to With a Song in My Heart, a biopic about singer Jane Froman.

General consensus agrees that Singin' got screwed because in the previous year Kelly's other superb musical romance, An American in Paris, swept the Academy Awards with wins that included Best Picture, Best Music, Best Cinematography, and Best Writing, plus an honorary award to Kelly "in appreciation of his versatility as an actor, singer, director, and dancer, and specially for his brilliant achievement in the art of choreography on film." Oscar is a fickle suitor, and Singin' in the Rain came along too soon after all that Academy lovin'.

What did win for Best Picture? The Greatest Show on Earth, one of the Academy's all-time embarrassing Best Picture moments, up there with Oliver!, Love Story and Crash.

Notice the in-jokes about the silent-to-sound years and the people who were part of it. The elaborate attempts to hide those enormous, bulky microphones are no exaggeration. Silent actors' tendency to speak words that were wildly, sometimes scandalously, different from what audiences read on the dialogue cards inspired a funny scene between Kelly and Jean Hagen.

Speaking of Hagen, the character Lina Lamont spoofs the doomed silent sirens such as pre-talky sex symbol Clara Bow (a particular favorite, Hollywood rumor has it, of USC's Fighting Trojans football team). Clara's harsh Brooklyn accent killed her career. Screen idol John Gilbert was felled by a similar problem, and Rudolph Valentino had the foresight to die just before he faced the issue.

In 2007 the American Film Institute's tenth anniversary edition of "100 Years... 100 Movies" ranked Singin' in the Rain no. 5 among the greatest American film of all time. Singin' in the Rain plants the flag at the summit of the AFI's "100 Years of Musicals" list. It stands at no. 16 on two other AFI lists, "100 Years... 100 Laughs" and "100 Years... 100 Passions". Singin' in the Rain has appeared twice on Sight and Sound's list of the ten best films of all time, in 1982 and 2002, the last time the list was compiled. Over at Time magazine, critics Richard Corliss and Richard Schickel placed the film on their alphabetical list of the 100 all-time best films. Schickel -- nobody's effete latte-drinking movie snob; try his biographies of Clint Eastwood, Marlon Brando, Gary Cooper, and James Cagney -- added to this entry, "The score is joyful, the comedy smart and knowing, the dancing spectacular in the most easily (and genuinely) likeable movie ever made."

5). This is one awesome DVD.

What puts the ribs on the condom, of course, is that Singin' in the Rain received the royal treatment for Warner Brothers' two-disc 50th Anniversary Special Edition released in 2002.

This all-new digital transfer from state-of-the-art restored elements delivers one of the best restoration and preservation jobs ever put on a disc. The film was digitally remastered in Warner Brothers' "Ultra-Resolution" process, a new technique that involves scanning the some 400,000 individual film frames from the original Technicolor three-strip masters, then digitally recompositing them. The upshot is that the whole film shows us what the word "pristine" is supposed to mean. The detail and definition are beautiful, and the colors -- man, how this movie loves capital-c Color -- are vibrant and rock solid. The DVD's digital transfer is perfect, with no artifacting at all. This disc is what gives DVD technology its reason to be.

Likewise, accompanying the original monaural soundtrack (Dolby Digital 1.0) is a new DD 5.1 remix that's fuller and more robust than this soundtrack has ever been. Both options are as clean and strong as anyone could ask for, with excellent clarity and dynamic range. Fortunately, the 5.1 track was engineered conservatively, so the audio is still front-dominant and the surround channels fill out the sound space just enough to give the musical numbers a little more spacious presence, but no gimmicky or distracting discrete effects "sweetening" was added. Fans who have owned previous home video versions of the film will notice that the 5.1 track really brings out the orchestration, so expect to enjoy more instruments than you may have heard before.

The hefty library of supplemental extras avoids fluff and filler. For example, there's a full-length audio commentary by Debbie Reynolds, Donald O'Connor, Cyd Charisse, Stanley Donen, screenwriters Betty Comden and Adolph Green, Kathleen Freeman, Moulin Rouge director Baz Luhrmann, and author/film historian Rudy Behlmer.

Also here are two well-made documentaries that offer a crash course on the making of Singin' in the Rain and the history of the lavish MGM musicals, an outtake musical number ("You Are My Lucky Star"), info on the musical sources and scoring, and more.

6). If the guys at poker night don't get it, get a new poker night.

No shit. Here's one of the great films given a worthy DVD treatment. It's got that great dancing, all that toe-tapping, sticks-in-your-head music, and a couple of real mensch guys cuttin' loose with some sexy babes who know what's what. It's Singin' in the freakin' Rain, bro! If that jackass who never chips in for the beer during the Super Bowl asks why it's up there on your shelf next to Die Hard and Patton, just tell him it's "a guy thing" that he wouldn't understand.

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