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Fun and frolics - The ultimate Busby Berkeley extravaganza, with a crackerjack cast. I'm not a big musical fan, but this one is more than just a musical, it's the real prototype for a whole genre of films that were primarily aimed at women - an acknowledgment, I believe, by the Studios of the huge profit potential of a market that was woefully under-served until this point. If they brought in family members, so much the better, and let's face it, beats a western in a gal's view anytime, I'll bet.
Not this gal. But I did really enjoy some of the really cool tricks they played with lights, cameras and action.But High Noon beats the pants off of this one.
As a movie, I can't dispute the comparison, but the dancing is quite superior in 42nd Street. ;-)My grandmother, who passed away recently at 98, had plenty to say on the ratio of bad westerns to even mediocre musicals, or for that matter, dramas that appealed to her, that were available for viewing in the smaller venues before the war. She wasn't a big fan of horse operas, anyway, I think because she was a westerner herself; she never did like the portrayal of cowboys, and I must say, I looked for something different in a western myself.
I'm young and healthy, and you've got charms...I love this movie. It has a lot of sly and cynical notes, and the ending is quite downbeat. Plus the title song is killer:The big parade goes on for yearsIt's a rhapsody of laughter and tearsNaughty, bawdy, gaudy, sportyForty-second Street
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