The Red Shoes



As worn by Gregory Hines, Georgia Engel, Bonnie Franklin, Nanette Fabray, Christopher Walken, Alexander Godunov, Sandy Duncan, Jane Powell, Van Johnson, Dick Van Dyke, The Rockettes, Gwen Verdon, Juliet Prowse, Chita Rivera, Donny Osmond, the ubiquitous Debbie Allen, Donald O'Connor, Ginger Rogers, and many others. All for your delight.

21 comments:

  1. I just love shit like this!

    BrianB

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  2. i daresay some of those shoes were
    loafers and a few of them were light.

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  3. ...and delightful it was! Thrilling! I nearly wept when Ginger game out.
    Fucking Debbie Allen WOULD have to be the only one to wear red BOOTS. Yccccch.

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    1. The word I've always associated with Ms. Allen is "strident".

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    2. That's because you're a Lady. xxx

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  4. Beth Howland! My life is complete!

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    1. Yes! The missing piece of the puzzle!

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  5. (1) Where were Liza and Shirley MacLaine?
    (2) I'm now obsessed with getting a pair of white and red brogues to go with my white and black ones.

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    1. And where's Tommy Tune? And Baryshnikov? And Gene Kelly?! For that matter, why not trot out Ruby Keeler?

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  6. Who else is shocked that Van Johnson didn't come twirling out in just his socks?

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    1. Well, that would have been something!

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  7. What a marvelous thing, and how deeply satisfying to watch a bunch of old pros put through their paces with such glee. The gams on Nanette Fabray! And who knew Walken (a) ever looked so human and (b) could hoof?

    I think of them all, Jane Greer might be having the most fun, although Honi Coles comes awfully close...

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  8. I am exhausted after watching all that camp fabulosity - Oh! Dem ruby slippers! Jx

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  9. Just a little something to feast your eyes on: watch Nanette Fabray in her line-up. Observe the arms and shoulders. Look at hers, and then look at the others. Rewind and compare again. The devil is always in the detail. Fabray nails it, pitch perfect, the ravishing line, the coquettish tension, the subtle angles, the humour in the twitch of a shoulder and the way she carries from the muscles in the underarm. (This makes the arms float, quite different from just placing.) The others look like all-in wrestlers by comparison.

    Juliet Prowse with her endless legs. I wanted to weep. I'm still in deepest mourning. Chita, on and off in a too-brief flash. D A (I can't bring myself to write her name) lowering the tone, flinging it about like she wants to be the cleverest girl in the line-up and yet never will be. Gwen... a moment of sheer magic. The sublime to the barely functioning. (I mention no names, but unless there's a trace of skill remaining in a tired old hoofer's body, perhaps best to remember the past glories in classic movie musicals!)

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    1. Clive! I was hoping for your take on this! With your experience, know-how, and sensitivity, it's no wonder that you're spot on. I love every word of it!

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