Judy Garland and Fred Astaire, 1948.


Marlon Brando


Anthony Perkins

Gone with the Wind, 1939.

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audrey hepburn

Film Posters for Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho (1960)

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Rita Hayworth

We’ll always have Paris. - Casablanca (1942)

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Beautiful music…Dangerous rhythm… 

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Rita Hayworth for You Were Never Lovelier, 1942.


Natalie Wood ready for a picnic






Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.

But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her. 

I can’t stop watching this. 

And his arm position doesn’t even fucking change. Like, he holds his posture so well that you have to stare at their feet to notice he’s carrying her whole weight.


But the fact is, making movies is time out for me because the rest, the nearly complete whole, is what’s real for me. I’m not an actor and haven’t been for years. I’m a human being — hopefully a concerned and somewhat intelligent one — who occasionally acts.


"Fred Astaire was always a bit insecure, and he often worried that when people watched his films, they would look at Rita Hayworth’s stunning beauty, or Cyd Charisse’s long legs, or Eleanor Powell’s tap-dancing, or Ginger Rogers’ fashion sense. So, he made sure to incorporate a solo routine in every one of his films, so that at least once in the movie, all eyes would be on him." -Robert Osborne.

Fred Astaire’s solo dances, 1930’s.