The 1955 film version of Oklahoma! opens the way all great American myths should: with a handsome man on horseback singing into the sunrise like he invented daylight. Gordon MacRae’s Curly is the kind of leading man Hollywood minted on an assembly line—square‑jawed, syrup‑voiced, and entirely convinced that starting a movie with an unbroken, three‑minute pastoral croon is the most natural thing in the world. And somehow, it is. Rodgers & Hammerstein’s frontier fable, directed by Fred Zinnemann and shot twice—once in CinemaScope and once in the ultra‑luxurious 70 mm format—feels like the dawn of the widescreen musical, a genre learning it could stretch its legs across an entire horizon.
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