This clip (from the movie Swing Time) is dancing. Â Seriously. Â Of all the Astaire and Rogers films that I’ve ever seen, this number is my favorite. Â For one thing, it’s so joyful. Â For another thing, it’s one of the few times that Ginger Rogers wore a short skirt for her dancing (usually she was in ballgowns), and you can appreciate her footwork so much Â more as a result. Â (And those shoes she’s wearing? Â I couldn’t walk to my car in them, let alone hoof it like she does.)
I think that all great art — whether it’s singing, dancing, visual arts, writing — makes you feel somehow exalted. Â For a few moments, you’ve seen just what humans are truly capable of: the harmony, the precision, the grace, the skill. When I enjoy a great piece of art, I’m unconsciously (sometimes consciously) reminded of the source of all of those things. Â The art doesn’t even have to be religious in nature. Â It can be a movie scene where a charming gambler Â just got a blonde dance instructor fired from her job, and he is about to show her boss why she should be reinstated.
And oh, they make it look so easy.