|Bear has one word: Rawr!|
And if you have never seen Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dance, you're in for a treat even if you are convinced watching people dance sounds stupid.
The plot to Swing Time... okay, the Bear does not remember the plot. He thinks Fred Astaire was supposed to marry one woman, then has a difficult romance with somebody new: Ginger Rogers. It's an excuse for some brilliant dancing. Rogers' character works at a dance studio (how convenient) and Fred Astaire pretends he doesn't know how to dance. But before long they float over a low railing. That's the only word for what they do. First one, then the other, holding each other. It's amazing.
It's all in good fun. Probably the most famous scene is in the snow, where Fred and Ginger sing the classic Dorothy Fields number "A Fine Romance." Hard to believe, but she wrote the lyrics with no music. Now, this is not a wistful song at all, as you usually hear it rendered. Ginger Rogers spits the lines out in a sarcastic manner, as it is written. (Gosh, Ginger was adorable. No modern actress can touch her. And Fred was really weird looking: a head made for caricatures.)
The lyrics are really dated, with many references to items of popular culture pre-WWII. They sound silly, but if you pay attention, you know exactly what each is complaining about. It starts out, famously, "A fine ro-mance, with no kisses," then gets to the steamy stuff.
A fine romance, you won't nestle
A fine romance, you won't wrestle
I've never mussed a crease in your blue serge pants
I never had the chance, this is a fine romance.
Yikes! Does the Bear have to draw you a picture? (If the U.S. Total Fertility Rate continues to drop, yes, the Bear will provide illustrated mating instructions to humans right here on this ephemeris. Consider yourself warned!)
"A fine ro-mance" serves as a leitmotif in a certain novel written by a Bear that you're all sick of hearing about he is sure. (It is wistful, though.)
Here it is. Once again, the Bear has to laugh at the loopy lyrics ("your as cold as yesterday's mashed pahtaytahs?"). But it's cute, in a really bitter sort of way.
And do not miss the near kiss before Postmaster Hayes throws a snowball at the couple. Ginger yields, and sort of melts in Fred Astaire's arms, as her head goes back for the kiss like a goose with a broken neck. Whew! Fifteen seconds with more sex appeal than six seasons of Game of Thrones nudity. People think she was just a dancer. A name from movies nobody watches anymore. No. She was an actress who could dance. Watch her sell the dumb lyrics. What a talented beauty from a better time. Well, except for the whole Hitler thing.
For an excellent AV Club introduction to Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire, look here.