Ginger: “Wow, we’re really flying across this dance floor!”
Fred: “I told you, it’s always good to eat a lot of broccoli before an important number and let the power of digestive gasses give you that extra zip. Now, get ready for me to toss you in the air so you can do the splits and land on my back.”
Ginger: “Oh, I don’t know about that. My exhaust pipe is a bit tainted at the moment. I think I may have even melted my panties.”
Fred: “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve seen worse. As a child, my father worked at the Stolz Brewing Company in Omaha, and if I can survive what came out of him at the dinner table every night, I’m good.”
Ginger: “I don’t think you understand. There’s a new bubble in my belly right now that could take out one of those small countries in Europe that trips up people on trivia quizzes.”
Fred: “Stop worrying. We’re professionals, and we’ll get through it. Ready for the toss?”
Ginger was not, rumbling and percolating and very concerned about the propulsion of her privates.
But tossed, she was.
And she did not come back down, although a section of the studio ceiling did, with shingles and tarpaper landing at Fred’s feet instead of Gassy Ginger, indicating that somebody was on a journey that had not been noted on her itinerary for the day.
Fred looked up through the new moonroof in said ceiling, and he noted that the Big Dipper now had an extra pinpoint. “Well, look at that. She always wanted to be a really big star. Good for her. I guess I better call Cyd Charisse so we can finish shooting this movie.”
Note 1: This is Exhibit #27 in Bonnywood’s March Madness. Details found here.
Note 2: This is another one where I messed with it a bit instead of just using the original, thus disqualifying it from true “March Madness” status. Sometimes I can’t help myself, as if such wasn’t already abundantly clear.
Categories: Past Imperfect
Bonnywood Manor 
That’s one way to bust up a dance partnership.
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If your co-workers are annoying, just offer them a vegetable tray and hope for the best…
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The difference between Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers? She did everything he did, only usually backwards.
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And she did it in high heels, as well…
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😂
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🙂 🙂
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SWING TIME is my fav Astaire-Rogers movie.That scene alone is worth the price of inflation (sorry about that, but “admission” back then was only about 25 cents).
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Agreed, it’s a fantastic scene, and I imagine that I just earned a few negative karma points with my obvious sacrilege. Still, hopefully I’m paying it forward in the sense that at least a couple of Bonnywood visitors might be intrigued and proceed to watch the movie, eventually becoming as enamored as you and I. (Hey, I can dream, right?)
Speaking of ticket prices, it annoys me when so many “modern” movies claim all-time blockbuster status when it comes to generated revenue. Sure, it initially looks good on paper, but when you adjust for inflation, “Gone with the Wind” still trumps just about everyone’s ass, along with many other classics. It’s easy to distort the numbers when your ticket price is 15 bucks compared to 25 cents…
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This one is absolutely hysterical.
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Thanks, Margo! Good to hear from you, really mean that. Somewhere along the line I stopped getting your updates (WordPress is sneaky that way), but I’m off to rectify that. Hope you’re doing well!
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She looks so happy for someone who’s about to go interstellar!
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As do I, usually. Appearances can be very deceiving… 😉
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I live by this quotation: “Never mistake composure for ease.” 😉
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She ended landing an Oscar winning role – no one got slapped at the ceremony, afterwards, well, some parties were slap-happy.
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Well, that’s the cover story that was released by the publicity machine. In reality, it was a much more sordid affair and several mildly-associated starlets were forced to relocate in South America and they were never heard from again…
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