Now, I could never be a Fred Astaire. Ungainly, one of those plain faces made from a not quite mashed potato, absolutely no co-ordination, I was and am a mess. I couldn't even stay on key when I was a kid. I've realized that I didn't want to be like him as much as I wanted to live in that world.
"The Curse of Fred Astaire" was an independent movie made in the early to mid 1980's. Obviously, the title resonated with possibilities. Friends in the industry loaned me a VHS tape, telling me , "Ya gotta see this." The story of an overweight theatre wanna be gypsy taking dance classes (with musical numbers, of course), it was easily one of the most hysterically funny things I have ever seen. For most of the first twenty minutes. You soon realise that it isn't a send up, it isn't satire, it isn't camp - it's serious. The remaining hour is the worst dreck I've ever seen, and I'll watch anything - except La Guerre Est Finie and Last Year at Marienbad. but that is another story. I am now prepared to admit that I couldn't watch it through to the end.
Just about every time I've tried to write n this blog during the last couple of weeks, I have had problems with my aging computer. More about that soon.