Happy Anniversary to me!
Today is the day: my one-year anniversary for Love Letters
to Old Hollywood. I’m glad I’ve been able to keep this venture up, especially
since when it comes to actually writing a piece out instead of outlining it, I
tend to get lazy and push it off for as long as I can. (This is why I don’t publish
posts nearly as much as I’d like to.) I really enjoy having a classic movie
blog—but I’m not so sure anyone else does. I know I’ve mentioned this before,
but it’s like shouting into a void here. I started this blog so I would have
people to discuss my passion with, and so far, no takers. I want to make it to
many more anniversaries, but if it is all going to be me giving and no one
taking, I may have to call it quits. It just isn’t any fun. Sorry for bringing
the party down, but when you’re a super shy person like me, sharing ideas and
thoughts about my deepest love in life and not getting a response feels an
awful lot like rejection. Anyway, on to other things…
Tomorrow is my first day as a college sophomore. I’m so
nervous, I keep giving myself stomachaches. Interacting with new people and
having a totally different daily routine freaks me out, and I’ll admit it,
living away from my parents and my adorable poodle gives me a lot of anxiety.
The sad thing is I'm not even that far away from home and I come home every
weekend for my job. I didn’t say I wasn’t pathetic. But I’m excited because I
have a cinema class this semester in the IU Cinema (which is my favorite place
on campus, of course). It’s called “Sound and Cinema,” which is basically as it
sounds—focusing on music and whatnot in films. The list of films we’re
concentrating on is nothing to sneeze at, either: Now Voyager, The Royal
Tenenbaums, Psycho, and others that I was excited for but can’t remember.
Because I’ve been so busy moving in to my new on-campus
apartment (exhausting!) and getting ready for the school year, I missed my
darling Gene Kelly’s birthday yesterday. I’ve been a fan of Gene’s for a long
time, and he never fails to make me gush like an idiot. The first time I
watched The Pirate, I immediately had to tell my sister about his absolutely
scandalous short shorts during the fantasy sequence. (I tend to act very
grandmotherly towards these kinds of things—sue me, I’m a prude.) When a
professor of mine last year dared to say that Gene didn’t have a great singing
voice, I had to fight the urge to jump up and yell “It’s not true!” As you can
see, I’m pretty protective of Mr. Kelly. He wasn’t modest, I know. And he could
be seen as a little gruff (re: cruel) to some of his co-workers, like Esther
Williams and Debbie Reynolds. But he furthered the movie musical and brought to
dancing a sexiness and masculinity that challenged the ideas of what dance
could be for people and how it could be presented. He and Astaire didn’t just
add their talent to musicals, they gave it a whole different kind of legacy.
To celebrate the late great, I’m going to close this post
with some quotes and pictures. Enjoy.
“I wasn't nice
to Debbie [Reynolds]. It's a wonder she still speaks to me.”
“There was no model
for what I tried to do with dance . . . and the thing Fred Astaire and I used
to bitch about was that critics didn't know how to categorize us. They called
us tap dancers because that was considered the American style. But neither of
us were basically tap dancers.”
“If Fred Astaire is
the Cary Grant of dance, I'm the Marlon Brando.”
"There is a
strange sort of reasoning in Hollywood that musicals are less worthy of Academy
consideration than dramas. It's a form of snobbism, the same sort that
perpetuates the idea that drama is more deserving of Awards than comedy."
"As one of the
handful of girls who worked with both of those dance geniuses, I think I can
give an honest comparison. In my opinion, Kelly is the more inventive
choreographer of the two. Astaire, with Hermes Pan's help, creates
fabulous numbers – for himself and his partner. But Kelly can create an
entire number for somebody else ... I think, however, that Astaire's
coordination is better than Kelly's ... his sense of rhythm is uncanny.
Kelly, on the other hand, is the stronger of the two. When he lifts you, he
lifts you! ... To sum it up, I'd say they were the two greatest dancing
personalities who were ever on screen. But it's like comparing apples and
oranges. They're both delicious." – Cyd Charisse
With love,
Michaela
P.S. I'm thinking of changing the background and colors again. This one seems to keep messing up my spacing and whatnot. What do you all think? And remember, I am completely inept at this kind of stuff, so explain it to me like I'm five.
Congrats on 1 yr of blogging! As always your blog is a joy to read, keep up the great work!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alyssa! Your comment and following is much appreciated!
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