I don’t have much to say about this, except that as I began watching Singing in the Rain I couldn’t help but see the critique of form without substance. Right away one is struck with the inherent contradiction of the substanceless life. Or, as one characters put it near the beginning:
She’s so dignified; I think I’ll kill myself.
The rest of the movie progresses along the lines of Plato’s Cave where the characters learn to seek a life of substance- a truly philosophical life. If you get a chance to watch it (which everyone should), keep this fact in mind and you will see that most movies today suck. 😛