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Thursday, March 06, 2008 |
( 3/06/2008 07:30:00 AM ) Bill S.
A LITTLE BIT OF THAT ASTAIRE & ROGERS MAGIC: Don't know if it was the flu or a bad slice of California Pizza, but this weekend yours truly was hit with a debilitating bout of gastrointestinal hijinx that opened with an intense round of emetic activity outside the Essence of Tranquility mineral baths on Saturday night and culminated in a Sunday spent either in bed or in the bathroom. It's been several years since I'd experienced the joys of dry heaving.
Spent much of the work week to date feeling less-than-par, so last night, to cheer myself up, I decided to watch one of the set of Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers flicks that I'd DVR-ed on New Year's Eve (courtesy of Turner Classic Movies, of course). Nothing lighter on the stomach than an old RKO musical, right? Except, the one I selected, Carefree, contained a sequence that I wasn't expecting.
In the flick, psychiatrist Astaire is attempting to make patient Rogers dream so he can analyze the dreams' subconscious messages. To accomplish this, he gets her and her companions (including ol' reliable romantic foil Ralph Bellamy) to devour a dinner composed of appalling food (lobster with gobs of mayonnaise, a Welsh rarebit, etc.) to stimulate some Windsor McCay-esque dreamery. Watching that scene - and the moment where Bellamy's beau dashes out of the room - I definitely started getting the cold shivers. Sometimes, even a lighthearted 30's musical can smack ya unexpectedly . . .