Jesus, if I had pins like Cyd Charisse, I’d wear this just to go to the shops for eggs and batteries. As it is, still good (albeit with, say, a bottom half) for a bride. The whole of Singin’ in the Rain is filled with unbelievably pleasing costumes, but this one, one of three wedding outfits in the film, takes the Walter-Plunkett-flavour biscuit. And it’s probably, in its strange ‘ballet within a dream within an imagined musical number within a film’ way, one of my favourite weddings on film. What’s yours?