Film

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

Name: Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Western
Released: 1954
Cast: Jane Powell, Howard Keel, Jeff Richards, Russ Tamblyn, Tommy Rall

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers is MGM Technicolor spectacle built almost entirely out of motion — six shaggy Pontipee brothers turning axes, saws and barn joists into dance partners. The barn-raising number is one of the great set pieces of American film choreography, full stop. It's silly, horny, unapologetically 1954 in its politics, and gorgeous to watch. Go for the athleticism, not the plot logic.

TMDb rating

7.1

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