Here's an odd statement: There isn't enough Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dancing in this film. It's disappointing. If I were directing an Astaire-Rogers film, they'd be dancing in 80 percent of the film.
What's interesting is that there aren't films anymore that are based on one or two people doing a singular thing like dancing or singing. Nobody dances or sings anymore anyway.
The only exception is pornography. Eight percent of a porn is screwing. The other 20 percent is thinly-veiled plot development.
All Astaire-Rogers films should follow the same rule.
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