Sun Valley Serenade is a charming, quasi-holiday picture that exposes some of the deepest, darkest “how to steal a man” secrets ever depicted, by a surprise expert.To a soundtrack of smooth Glenn Miller songs, innocent little Norwegian refugee Karen Benson (Sonja Henie) trounces the sleek, chic, sophisticated songbird Vivian Dawn (Lynn Bari) in a death match for the love of Ted Scott (John Payne). It’s a curiously even fight on paper—both women are attractive and obviously seasoned in feminine wiles (and costumed by Travis Banton!). But Vivian’s string of rookie errors does her in.
Here’s what flashing-eyed Passionate Beauty Vivian does wrong…and what fluffy-haired Charmingly Natural Karen does right. Take notes now…hunks like John Payne don’t drop down out of the sky every day and when they do, you’ve got to be ready to POUNCE!
(By the way, pardon my dust: This post contains a slew of spoilers and has a fair share of sketchy images, thanks to Sun Valley Serenade only being available in VHS. That means me, taking pictures with an iPhone of the image on my bigscreen TV.)
Vivian Dawn is a hot-stuff, dishy brunette bandsinger who is a diva from the word go. She hollers at a band for playing over her, and gets a champion in John Payne, the pianist in Glenn Miller’s not-very-incognito band. He defends her bad behavior because he’s smitten with her, having “dreamed about her for days.” When we meet Vivian, she’s wearing a spiky concoction of a hat which gives her a faintly Medusan air and a fur muff that could kennel a half-dozen mink pups.
Her overstated hat and veil, exaggerated brooch and epic muff all proclaim “Here I am!” When she throatily suggests they rendezvous at the Persian Room at 4, Ted protests they’ll be the only ones there. “What’s wrong with that?” she purrs. He grins, “Nothing.” The trap is set. Score one for the vampy Vivian.
And weighing in at 99 lbs…
Ted and the band have come to Ellis Island to pick up their publicity-stunt war orphan from Norway, only to discover that their “little girl” is the full-grown and lovely Karen. Our first view of “Karen” is her legs…sturdy, strong, undeniably feminine in shape; the camera pans up to show us her schoolgirlish navy coat with white buttons and a simple matching hat.
Under the hat’s brim is adorable blonde Karen, who instantly zeroes in on Ted and thanks him for being her sponsor with a swift kiss, a dimple-revealing smile and a lilting, charmingly halting memorized speech.
As they drive to the hotel, she catechizes him about his marital status and other personal details. Once she’s established that he’s available, she sets her cute little cap for him. When he asks her what she’ll do here in the United States, she declares unblushingly that she will “find a man I like and marry him. Isn’t that what every girl should do?” Ted’s a bit taken aback by this straightforward approach and it knocks him off-balance. Score one for the naïve Norwegian.
Trouble in the Terrace Room
Vivian makes the first of many mistakes when she underestimates her foe. Karen enters the nightclub in a fetching white Travis Banton gown. Colorful folkloric embroidery embellishes the tightly fitted bodice and rims the cuffs of the huge puffed, transparent sleeves. The look is pure innocence and underlines her Nordic heritage.
When Ted asks her how she got into the club unescorted, she blithely explains that she “told the doorman I was living with you and he just let me in…” Ted winces, but he (like Vivian) doesn’t realize that our girl knows exactly what she’s saying. She’s not as innocent as she seems. She cheerfully informs Ted, right upfront, that she’s made up her mind and found the man she intends to marry—“…it’s you!” When Ted admonishes her that she has to be in love, she calmly informs him that she is. When he protests that he has a girl, she doesn’t even blink. “Only one?” she chirps. For Karen, other girls are a speed bump, not a brick wall. No ring? No problem.
Vivian slinks in, wearing a miracle of white crepe and transparent panels banded with sequins. Dripping in white fox, she’s the picture of urban sophistication.
Viv sizes up her competition and starts a campaign of belittling, calculated to reduce Karen to child status in Ted’s eyes.
Vivian condescendingly insists that Ted is being mean to Karen by not letting her stay up to “hear the pretty music.” Ted may not know EXACTLY what’s going on, but he senses the hissing behind the polite chatter. Taking off her metaphysical earrings, Karen bares her teeth at Vivian in a phony smile. Oh, now it’s on.
To best Vivian, Karen knows she somehow needs to get Ted on her turf. Fate steps in, in the form of goofy Milton Berle (“Nifty”). Karen flatters and cajoles Nifty (the band’s manager) into letting her join the band on their Sun Valley gig. She learns to her delight that Ted loves outdoor winter sport and Vivian is strictly the indoor type. So much the better. As she packs for the trip, she powers around the room with a peppy, athletic stride, her neat, 2-piece Nordic-motif dress keeping up with her. There’s not a languid bone in her compact body!
Sun Valley Sneakiness
Vivian arrives in Sun Valley wearing an incredible turbaned toque, the scarf anchored with another of her trademark outlandish brooches (any of which I’d love to own!!).
She trades her travel gear for a strictly ornamental ski ensemble, laughing at Ted when he asks her to ski with him. “I never skied in my life but I can look the part,” she boasts, sure of her charm. Ted, still mesmerized by her beauty, jokingly proposes to her. She warns him to beware, fencing with him by saying “I might surprise you someday and say yes when you least expect it.” (Insert doom music here.) Point, Vivian.
Meanwhile, Karen skates beneath Ted’s window in a darling outfit, hoping to catch his eye and do a little surprising of her own.
Alas for her, Ted excitedly heads for the ski lift without a glance at the rink.
Nothing daunted, Karen dons her hard-working ski gear and hits the slopes, zipping and darting around and past him, taunting him into a chase. He has no idea it’s her, and is angry at her lack of ski etiquette; he’ll show this idiot a thing or two, by golly! The chase is on and Karen’s skillful skiing earns his grudging admiration.
When she finally tumbles off a ski lift chair and he catches up with her, she’s covered in snow, laughing with sheer joy. She tells him he’s a wonderful skier and instantly aligns herself with him: “Didn’t we have a wonderful chase? Let’s do it again!”
She’s got him off-balance again with her wholesome, happy playfulness. Another point for the import.
Rumble at rehearsal
While all this snowy frolicking is going on, Viv (wearing an unflattering outfit of dark wide-legged pants topped by a quasi-folkloric sash and a white blouse under a side-buttoned blouson top) is simmering in the rehearsal hall.
Glenn Miller’s band stalls for time with the irresistible Chattanooga Choo-Choo and the Nicholas Brothers and Dorothy Dandridge emerge from nowhere to perform an eye-popping specialty number. Vivian smokes and snarls. Ted and Karen arrive, hand-in-hand and glowing with vivacity from their vigorous ski run; Ted brags about Karen’s skiing skills and holds her briefly close to his side. Viv responds with another rookie error—she needles Ted with sarcasm and implies he orchestrated Karen’s presence at the lodge. Ted squirms and the girls glare at each other, retreating to their corners until the bell sounds for the next round.
Karen sticks to her strong suit; she gets Ted away from Viv and back to the mountainside with a faked message. When he calls her on it, she flashes that blinding smile and says in her charmingly accented voice, “It is funny, isn’t it?” Ted can’t help being flattered by her blatant worship.
Meanwhile, bathing suit-clad Vivian lazily tries to track down Ted from poolside. She still doesn’t realize she’s got a worthy adversary and she hasn’t learned the 101 of relationships: Do stuff together; no separate vacations quite yet! More points for Karen.
Dodge in the lodge
I wish I could go back in time and eat spatzel at the beerhaus clinging to the side of the Sun Valley ski slopes in this picture! There, sulky Vivian and sunny Karen bracket Ted at the table.
When a spritely polka cranks up, Karen joyfully carols out: “Oh, a polka!!” Ted turns to Viv to ask her to dance; she sneers “Sorry, darling, that’s not my brand of music.” Karen gleefully announces she knows how to polka and they jump up together, Karen grabbing Ted’s hands and bouncing off with him. The dance is the Kiss Polka, a pretzel-armed exercise where the man tries to kiss the girl through the frame of their uplifted, linked arms. Karen playfully draws back again and again, engaging that atavistic male desire to catch and win his prize, all the while laughing and smiling. When she allows a resounding smack at the dance’s finale, they laugh together and embrace. Point to Karen.
The dawn comes up like thunder for Vivian then—this little refugee is not fooling around. Viv rapidly changes course; she orders champagne, and as Ted looks on in shock, announces their engagement. Is it game, set and match?
Not by a long shot! Karen graciously toasts the couple with heartbreak in her eyes, but not defeat. Nifty swiftly insists that he and Karen should get married.
Karen pays no attention; she’s got thinking to do.Viv’s rookie error here: Most men hate public scenes and they hate surprises. Viv quickly compounds her mistake by treating Ted like a son, telling him his after-dark ski down the mountain is too dangerous, implying he’s incompetent.
Karen regains some ground by insisting that only softies would take the ski lift down. Ted rises to the bait and the two set out to ski back down to the lodge by moonlight. As they don their skis, Karen expresses both companionship and confidence in his skill by saying “It’s a beautiful night for skiing, isn’t it?”
Slut in the hut?
Karen is on the ropes…Ted has been shanghaied into an engagement with Vivian. She’s down, but not out. Now, Ted’s on her turf again, the slopes. She first restores his manhood by asking him to help her de-ice her skiis. As she balances (with no apparent effort) on one leg, she spies a handy trailside hut close-by. Serendipity! She falls down, knocking his skis down the slick hill, then convinces him to wait for her in the hut while she contacts the ski patrol. Quick thinking, Karen!
As in all good situations like this, the man quickly realizes she’s faking and takes her through an elaborate and darned sexy charade (displaying an amazing talent for ripping her pants leg off at exactly the right height for maximum show with minimum censorship issues).
Meanwhile, Vivian furiously realizes she’s been duped somehow. When Nifty worries that his ‘”fiancée” Karen might be “compromised” if she spends an unchaperoned night in the hut with Ted, he moans “Think of my position!” Viv snaps, “I am thinking, and it isn’t of YOUR position!” Wow.
Back at the hut, Karen isn’t wasting any time, she turns on her Nordic charm full bore. She finagles him into a pillowfight which leaves them both laughing. “You wouldn’t have fun like this if you married…someone else…” she says, smiling meaningfully.
She unleashes a tirade of epic proportions, lambasting Karen (who wisely clings to Ted’s arm throughout): “I’ve seen through your little scheme to involve Ted ever since you followed him here, but I put up with it because I thought Ted would see through it, too! I’ve put up with all I’m going to from that Scandinavian hillbilly!”
Bad move, Vivian. You’ve just sealed your fate by unsheathing your claws in front of Ted. He knows if you can shred Karen that way, it’s only a matter of time before you turn and rend him up one side and down the other.
When the bandleader says that everything is alright as long as Karen isn’t compromised, Karen pipes up cheerfully, “But I am!” Ted blusters, but Karen drowns him out, “If I don’t know what happened, who does?” Vivian pratfalls her way out of the scene, and a smiling Ted escorts a triumphant Karen off-camera, saying he has some “unfinished business with the young lady I’m going to marry…” We just have to imagine the big fat kiss he plants on her, darn it.
How did this tiny, innocent dynamo best a seasoned professional heartbreaker? She made her plan, stayed flexible, took advantage of every possible break that came her way, and kept her eyes on the prize.
Think you have to be a femme fatale or bombshell to snatch a man? This Charmingly Natural gal did it by being herself and knowing the name of the game. That’s Man-Stealing 101, ladies. Watch and learn!
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