the last of the great long-legged dancers
Jun. 18th, 2008 12:08 amRIP Cyd Charisse.
It would not be strictly accurate to say that Cyd Charisse made me into a lesbian.
But on the rainy Friday afternoon in my seventh-grade year when the music teacher decided to shut everybody up and give us a little culture by showing us highlights from Singin' In The Rain ('Make 'em Laugh', the title number, the ballet), the girl sitting next to me sighed 'God, I want to be her', and I found myself not saying that actually I just wanted her.
She's still the woman I think about when I think about beautiful women in the movies, and probably always will be. I love a lot of her later work (except Silk Stockings, which is intolerable), but that sequence, her green dress, Gene Kelly-- that's immortality, right there.
It would not be strictly accurate to say that Cyd Charisse made me into a lesbian.
But on the rainy Friday afternoon in my seventh-grade year when the music teacher decided to shut everybody up and give us a little culture by showing us highlights from Singin' In The Rain ('Make 'em Laugh', the title number, the ballet), the girl sitting next to me sighed 'God, I want to be her', and I found myself not saying that actually I just wanted her.
She's still the woman I think about when I think about beautiful women in the movies, and probably always will be. I love a lot of her later work (except Silk Stockings, which is intolerable), but that sequence, her green dress, Gene Kelly-- that's immortality, right there.