RECOGNIZE THIS NAUGHTY BAWDY GAUDY STREET?
Traffic congestion hasn’t changed much but movies sure have.
I love vintage flicks like 42nd Street, with their short vignettes and the tap/ballet/Broadway types all dancing to the same beat.
Watch for these slaphappy bits~
– a policeman twirls his stick
– an apple vendor juggles his fruit
– a tall sandwich-board man shuffles along
– a large black doorman trucks
– a very round woman walks her dog
– a barber works on a customer while dancing
– two patrons strut out of the barber shop
– numerous midgets walk out on the sidewalk
– a nursemaid spanks a doll baby’s bottom in tune to the music
– two fruit vendors with a pushcart full of bananas hoist their golf bags on their shoulders to go play a game
– a newsboy holds a tabloid EXTRA in his arms
– a policeman allows the parading, dancing throng (and a man on horseback) to cross in front of automobiles
– two young street urchins tap-dance
– a cigar-store Indian chief comes to life
– a bystander doffs his hat outside the Enterprise Hotel building
It’s escapism made to order.
the harsh reality? the Depression breadlines.
“42nd Street” is, literally, the killer number.
NOW, GO GET YOUR TAP SHOES.