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My third Liebster.

The sweet Virginie over at The Wonderful World of Cinema has kindly nominated me for a Liebster Award, my third one in less than a year. I'm ecstatic -- being recognized for my blog is something I could never take for granted. In case you're unaware of the rules, in order to accept the award I need to answer Virginie's 11 questions, nominate up to 11 other bloggers, ask 11 of my own questions, and tell you 11 things about myself. Here goes!
Virginie's questions: 1. If you had to “promote” a not too well-known classic film, what will be your choice? I have quite a few I'd love to give more popularity, but for this question, I'll say Having Wonderful Crime, a funny, fast-paced murder mystery that was clearly an attempt to capitalize on the success of The Thin Man. Carole Landis and George Montgomery are an amazing team, and while I'm not the biggest fan of Pat O'Brien, I enjoy him in this film too. I wasn't expecting much when I recorded it, but it'…

Sinatra knocks 'em dead in... Pal Joey (1957)

Joey Evans was a role Bob Fosse coveted. An insincere womanizer, Joey is a drifter, forced to search for nightclub job after nightclub job, not because he doesn't have talent but because he constantly racks up debts or pisses off his bosses. Cynical and hardened, Joey Evans was the part of a lifetime for Fosse -- hell, he practically was Fosse. Pal Joey premiered in 1940, with many revivals popping up after its original run. One such revival occurred in the early 1950's, which cast a young (but not inexperienced) Fosse as the understudy for Joey. Hollywood quickly came calling, and the dancer was whisked into one MGM musical after the other, proving himself as a great talent in 1953 alone with Give a Girl a Break, The Affairs of Dobie Gillis, and Kiss Me, Kate. Stuck in the supporting cast, though, was certainly not
Fosse's style -- he wanted to be the next Fred Astaire, a man he idolized since childhood. The irony is that he was more like Gene Kelly than Astaire, a fitt…

Ginger wreaks havoc and wins Fred in... Carefree (1938)

Today I was hoping to talk about Kiss Me, Kate as part of the "Try It, You'll Like It!" Blogathon. Sadly, my laptop got a virus and I can't get it fixed until Sunday. I still have more to write and more screenshots to take and it just wasn't looking like I would make the deadline in time. Although I had to drop out of the blogathon, I already had this post ready to go whenever so I hope Fred and Feathers make up for the loss. If you want to read the blogathon entries (and you should!), click here.

How has it taken me this long to review a Fred and Ginger picture? To be honest, their popularity is to fault. Astaire and Rogers films belong to the likes of Casablanca, Gone with the Wind, and Citizen Kane -- in other words, films that are so well-known and so embedded in pop culture that I really feel like it's unnecessary to contribute more to them. However, as I looked over my DVD collection to pick a film, it hit me that maybe some of Fred and Ginger's mo…