I got back to Evanston a bit too late to get tickets for The 40 Year-Old Virgin. But sitting in the lobby of my apartment waiting for me was a copy of Warner and TCM’s new Astaire/Rogers box set. Which, love Steve Carell though I do, is clearly a trade-up. Anyway, expect for me to post regularly on the Fred & Ginger goodness for a few days.
What else? It’s a perfect Golden Age Hollywood construct. The people are beautiful, the costumes are glamorous, the sets are opulent, even if “Venice” looks somewhat less realistic than its counterpart in It’s a Small World. I haven’t seen enough of their work together to say if it’s Fred and Ginger at their most elegant, but I can hardly imagine they had anyplace to go but down from here. See it. Trust me, I know more about classic Hollywood than you. And it doesn’t get better than this.
Heaven,
I’m in heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak,
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When we’re out together, dancing cheek-to-cheek.