Movie review: Singin’ in the Rain

I vaguely recall watching my dad watch this when I was a kid. He had this massive grin on his face the whole time. I didn’t get it. I thought it was obnoxious and boring. Cue to me, 35 years old — probably close to the same age my dad was when I saw him watching it, actually. Right around the beginning of “Good Morning,” I realize I’ve had been grinning the same stupid grin for over an hour, and…