Going My Way

Leaving behind films entirely and explicitly about WWII, the Academy chose to honor a Bing Crosby picture directed by Leo McCarey in 1943, and you know what? It’s really nice. It’s loose like a lot of McCarey’s other work, not really having a central plot but several prominent subplots that swirl around each other and connect here and there, all while improvising his way to nice little scenes throughout. Is it one of the better Best Picture winners? No. Is it a nice little addition? I’d say ...