Silk Stockings. Cyd cyd cyd cyd cyd. It's official. I'm obsessed. Better dancer than Ginger, etc, though her chemistry with Fred is lacking. Oh my, the big scene where she transforms from uptight Russian officer to gorgeous feminine glamazon? Super risque for the time, but absolutely gorgeous. A predictable, dated film, but I adored it.
Swing Time. I mean, it's Fred and Ginger. The dancing was amazing, of course. One dance number with blackface was ridiculously politically incorrect and offensive. And we finally had to fast-forward through the boring gambling side plot. But a favorite Fred/Ginger moment... she goes to kiss him and gets all awkward? Amazing scene. Worth seeing the whole movie just for those two minutes of chemistry.
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