I had never watched a complete Fred Astaire movie. I was in a dance-attire store with my daughter and they were playing a video of an Astaire movie that I watched as she shopped. The excerpt I saw was heavenly. I didn’t learn the movie's name. Looking up Astaire movies, this seemed like a good one to watch.
I wanted both Astaire and Rogers to have more sexual allure. I wanted the plot to matter more. I wanted the dancing to be wilder and crazier. I wanted this movie to be the one I had seen part of at the store. Maybe I was experiencing that syndrome pointed out by Emerson: when we encounter something beautiful unexpectedly, in a by-the-way way, its beauty strikes us forcefully; when we look to something to be beautifully, we’re disappointed. (He was referring to the moon.)
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