I can see why people keep this in the rotation – Bing crooning, Fred doing witchcraft with his feet, “White Christmas” landing like an instant standard. But for a film that birthed the Christmas song, Holiday Inn isn’t all that Christmassy. It’s basically a year-round revue – New Year, Lincoln’s Birthday, Fourth of July – with Christmas just one of the stops.
Once you peel off the “inn that only opens on holidays” gimmick, the story’s wafer-thin: romantic musical chairs, reheated misunderstandings, and women mostly treated as prizes between numbers. Berlin’s score is much the same – a couple of gems, a lot of polite filler.
And then there’s the blackface Lincoln’s Birthday sequence. Not a throwaway gag, but a full song-and-dance number that slams the brakes on any cosy nostalgia. Interesting as a museum piece with a health warning, sure. As something I’d happily stick on every December? Not so much.