Every Sunday in September, Film School Rejects will present a musical that was made before you were born and tell you why you should like it. This week, Old Ass Musicals presents the story of a young Jewish man struggling between his career and his family who revolutionizes Hollywood by speaking to the audience for the first time. It’s Al Jolson as The Jazz Singer.

Every Sunday in September, Film School Rejects will present a musical that was made before you were born and tell you why you should like it. This week, Old Ass Musicals presents the story of Hollywood at a time of transition, a production in trouble, and a man who foolishly croons in the middle of a downpour. It’s Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds in the immortal Singin’ in the Rain.

James Cagney plays George M. Cohan in the story of the man’s life. It spans from his childhood stardom on the Vaudeville circuit through his wild success, downfall, and comeback – featuring the music that made the man a legend. “You’re a Grand Old Flag,” “Over There,” “Give My Regards to Broadway,” and, of course, “Yankee Doodle Dandy.”

Tommy (Gene Kelly) and Jeff (Van Johnson) are grouse hunting in the hills when a fog lifts to reveal a sleepy little hamlet just a few hundred paces from where they are hopelessly lost. They decide to visit, but when Tommy meets Fiona (Cyd Charisse), he wants to stay despite the strange behavior of the townsfolk and the secret that they seem to be hiding.

If you can’t find yourself a woman, steal one. Then sing about it.

It may seem like I’m choosing a themed movie this week to coincide with the Holiday, but the film has basically nothing to do with Easter, so the choice is still questionable. However, the jaw-dropping dance numbers are not. Take it away, Fred Astaire.

Tossing aside what seems to be the current trend in digestible films, Elfman attacks the theater screen with a perverse, black and white fairy tale that seems like it was written by a troubled teenager while switching back and forth between his science fiction magazines and his father’s porno.

Who cares about Thanksgiving? Just like Corporate America, we’ll be skipping right over it in favor of starting our whirlwind Christmas coverage. Cross your fingers for snow.

War! Politics! Insults! Absurdity! The greatest comedy group of all time makes their funniest movie.

The assumed success of McG’s upcoming Terminator: Salvation has brought the director a wealth of future projects to choose between. And according to reports, his next film might just be a musical.

Hugh Jackman won’t be involved in Steven Soderbergh’s Cleopatra musical. In other news, Steven Soderbergh is conceiving a Cleopatra musical.

There’s nothing in Cleopatra that screams out for 3D, unlike say, Soderbergh’s currently in-production The Girlfriend Experience starring porn star Sasha Grey. So why’s he doing it?

I can see it in my head now – a blood spattered line dance of Patrick Batemans, leg kicking with chainsaws in hand to the sounds of “Hip to Be Square.”

Sounds like we found something to wash that dirty taste out of our mouths from Spider-Man 3.

I hate to have to throw myself into the fires of minority hell, but I’m compelled to vote no on Tim Burton’s dour, overly dark and overly bloody Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

Alan Rickman and Johnny Depp both equate it to some good, old school horror, but they don’t talk much about the song-and-dance. I wonder if this is intentional on the part of Paramount’s marketing department.