Ninotchka
1939 Nominee

100 Words
She laughs…eventually! Ninotchka that stoic envoy, she takes her seriousness the Serbian way…the Soviet way…the Russian way? When it comes to European geography, I’m afraid it’s all Greek to me. Leon sweeps the deadpan dame into his arms and has only a few challenges to woo her; she might be an enemy, but they are in Paris, after all and the stairs up to the top of the Eiffel Tower might slow down anyone inclined to fight against the pitter patter of palpitations or the wooziness brought on by bubbly libations. Even in her station, Ninotchka’s heart is a prize.