A couple nights ago I watched one of those classic Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers movies. My take? Great dancing, pretty pointless plot. I mean, sure, you don’t expect a great story from these flicks but I’d at least like something to keep my interest in between the dance numbers.
These movies remind me of that kind of porn that actually sets up the sex scene with a story so you end up watching 10 minutes of something boring to get to the 5 minutes of interest. With the Astair/Rogers movies you’re thinking, “When are they going figure out that she really didn’t marry the Italian guy and celebrate with a big dance under the fake waterfall?” With porn you’re thinking, “When’s the floppy breasted Asian chick going to take her clothes off and get tag teamed by the body builder and the midget?”
Really… they’re a lot alike.
I wonder if Fred Astaire would know what to do with the floppy breasted Asian chick? I have no doubt that Ginger could take on the body builder and the midget and still have plenty more for Fred and the Asian chick. Hey, Ginger, let the Asian chick take care of those guys while you and me do a little reenactment of “The Major And The Minor”. Damn, was she fine.