Everybody have a nice holiday weekend? Today I’ve got snow on the brain; not because it’s snowing here in Seattle (though it might, later in the week), but because movie snow is so much nicer than regular snow: it doesn’t screw up your commute, and it always looks so pretty. Currently there’s a nice snow scene in theaters in “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part I,” as Harry and Hermione explore a graveyard on Christmas Eve, and I think I remember a few picturesque flakes in “True Grit” (funnily enough, though, I don’t think any snow falls in “Winter’s Bone,” despite the chill). Got a favorite movie snow scene? I love the one in “Moonstruck” (inspiring Nicolas Cage to rasp out, “The snowflakes are perfect”); all the scary-snow outdoor sequences in “The Shining”; the perpetual white blanket that added to the bleakness of “A Simple Plan”; the magical snow-falling-on-poppies moment in “The Wizard of Oz.” And this one, which I think I’ve probably posted every winter, but never tire of:
Fred. Ginger. “Swing Time.” Snowflakes. “I’ve never mussed the crease of your blue serge pants.” Perfection.