Sunday, December 02, 2007

Cary Grant in Gaye & Indiscreet

As I mentioned yesterday, there was a time when American movies reflected the eternal archetypes of the soul. Emphasis on the soul:


Blogger Lisa said...

Hah, syncoonicity strikes again...I think I saw George Clooney do that same exact dance at a club in Hollywood last night! His date eyed him suspiciously as well....;)

wv: bhtce it's true I can be that way sometimes!

12/02/2007 07:41:00 AM  
Anonymous Jim said...

Funny, I don't remember Cary Grant being a French.

12/02/2007 07:51:00 AM  
Blogger Gagdad Bob said...

Not that there's anything wrong with it.

12/02/2007 10:07:00 AM  
Blogger Van said...

That was surprising and initially, disorienting. Interesting to see how TheyGrant & Kerr, came through their actions without their voices. The dance reminded me of (probably a little sacriligous to compare, but...) of the dance scene in the movie 'A Knights Tale' with Heath Ledger and Paul Bettany. There the hero is set up by the bad guy, who intending to embarass him as a complete hick, asks him to show everybody a dance from his homeland. He's initially gawky, but his lady comes to his rescue, and the music, as anachronistic as your clip, in the medieval hall is David Bowie's 'Golden Years' - but sort of accomplishes the same thing as this - the archetypes persist, through, and perhaps in spite of, whatever the current fashion may be.

It does, that is, assuming that the individuals involved are Men and Women... try the same thing with KFed and Brittaninny and... well... contents may settle during shipping.

12/02/2007 11:03:00 AM  
Anonymous napolean dynamite said...

that was just gaye...

12/02/2007 11:08:00 AM  
Anonymous Kip said...

Shut up, Napoleon. You're just jealous 'cause he picked up so many babes.

12/02/2007 11:15:00 AM  
Anonymous ximeze said...

Um, that's Ingrid Bergman.

Just sayin

12/02/2007 11:31:00 AM  
Blogger Gagdad Bob said...

Perfectly understandable. He's obviously confusing it with A Gaye Affair to Remember.

12/02/2007 11:38:00 AM  
Blogger Van said...

Doh! Yes I was thinking of 'An Affair to... uh... to...Remember!' All the frenchie talk... that threw me off... yeah, that's the ticket... it's the French's Fault! It's always their fault!


12/02/2007 12:47:00 PM  
Anonymous Jim said...


I thought it was the fault of the French youts,oh wait that would be now not then, never mind.

12/02/2007 12:52:00 PM  
Blogger Smoov said...


On the topic of dancing, you REALLY need to check out Chris Walken in this clip: Weapon Of Choice

Seriously. Don't miss it.

12/02/2007 01:02:00 PM  
Blogger walt said...

Ben had a lot of 'splainin' to do, and he finally has done it.

12/02/2007 02:02:00 PM  
Anonymous Napolean Dynamite said...

yeah, right Kip! I could pick up a million chicks if i wanted to! Gosh!

12/02/2007 02:41:00 PM  
Anonymous will said...


Donald O'Connor.

"Make "Em Laugh"

12/02/2007 03:47:00 PM  
Anonymous Kip said...

Napoleon, chicks only dig guys with skills -- num chucking skills, bow hunting skills, blogging skills. Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.

12/02/2007 04:04:00 PM  
Anonymous Cousin Dupree said...

I can dance like this.

12/02/2007 04:09:00 PM  
Anonymous will said...

>> . . . there was a time when American movies reflected the eternal archetypes of the soul. Emphasis on the soul<<

Yup, and that's when actresses were really distinct, really vivid in their feminine power.

Hepburn, Davis, Russel(Rosalind), Stanwyck, etc.

Contrast and compare with today's colorless array of female impersonators.

12/02/2007 04:10:00 PM  
Blogger Van said...

Will said "Contrast and compare with today's colorless array of female impersonators."

Not nearly as bad as the male impersonators.

About the Dance... Although, O'Connor was no slouch, along those lines, I gotta go with Fred Astaire dancing up the walls and ceiling, or the one (shows up in the scroll list below the above link)'show jumps, where he makes a mop look good!

12/02/2007 05:19:00 PM  
Blogger Van said...

Walken's a contender... although one senses that his leap across the lobby may have benefited from some... eh... special effects.

12/02/2007 05:34:00 PM  
Blogger Mizz E said...

But this feeling isn't purely mental

Van, Not only could our man sing and dance - he could play the piano.

12/02/2007 06:23:00 PM  
Blogger Van said...

And I dooo like that piano - is that Jazz or Ragtime? Dunno, don't care, Liiike it.

A shame that the world those movies sprung from is gone. I'm not a nostalgist, or a doom and gloomer, I don't think we can or should go back to that world, but I do hope we manage to pass through the spiritual doldrums we're mired in now, and achieve something worthy of looking that time in the eye.

The cheap, infantile cynicism paraded about as a personal point of view, as a mark of 'Personality' by the likes of Clooney, etc, with the deliberately 'bed head' hair styles, etc, - would have been vaporized in the face of a Fred Astaire.

Sigh. Sorry for straying into the Donny Downer mode - the sight of such joyus exuberance, properly termed as Gay (I brutally hate the lefties for destroying that and other such words) on my PC, while some despicable drec flips by on the TV behind it as kids shows! as humor! It's depressing...

Aeschylus's observation that "There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief" is so true.

12/02/2007 07:04:00 PM  
Blogger Leslie Godwin said...

I'm now posting about my conversion experiences and religious questions on the blog I started for the Modern Military Heroes project (now dormant until I have half a minute to think straight.)

Please visit whenever you like. I'll try to post every Sunday.


Mrs. G

12/02/2007 07:17:00 PM  
Blogger NoMo said...

Oh, yeah, dance Sunday!

12/02/2007 09:31:00 PM  
Blogger Van said...


12/03/2007 05:17:00 AM  

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