Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire, The Gay Divorcee
As far as I’m concerned, there is just nothing quite like sitting down and enjoying a Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers musical. The world outside your window can be barking mad (and is it ever right now?!), but if Fred and Ginger are on the tv… everything suddenly feels fine… perfectly fine.
Oh, sure the madness will be there as soon as the ending credits finish rolling (it comes more into focus the closer the credits get to the end, doesn’t it?), but for a blissful few hours, the only thing that matters is helping “him” straighten things out with “her,” so that “you” get that happy ending you need.
Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, Roberta
Today, I did something I seldom do (simply because I don’t often have the opportunity) – I watched not one but TWO films back to back and just let the laundry and dishes fend for themselves. When I met up with my cats in the den – with my raspberry tea and popcorn in tow – I knew I had carved out the entire afternoon for a double feature. The only thing left to do was decide which two movies it’d be.
A Western? Maybe a Film-Noir? A Musical? A Comedy? Drama?… Possibly a combination of two different genres??
Nah. Fred and Ginger – cheek to cheek, toe to toe, and back to back. I hadn’t seen The Gay Divorcee in two forevers, so I decided to start with it. Then, I decided to follow it up with Roberta because Ginger is especially adorable in it… too adorable for her own good, actually.
Four hours of BLISS and I don’t regret a single second. The dishes, the laundry, and supper (Uh oh.. I’d better get that started…) can wait. When your psyche needs the magic of Fred and Ginger.. that’s all that matters.
Sigh. They really were something else all together, weren’t they? I love them both dearly.
Hmmm… wonder what my cats have any plans for tomorrow afternoon?