The Monkey Princess (stellanova) wrote,
The Monkey Princess

shall we dance, or walk on air?


The first class was tonight, and it was BRILLIANT. There were only about seven of us, and the teacher could give us enough individual attention so that no one got left behind. But unlike the ballet classes, I didn't need too much of that because I was actually pretty good at it. After the dreadful revelation that was my ballet classes, it was brilliant to be able to follow the instructions instantly. The ballet class was fun, but the teacher would run through the moves really quickly and half of the class couldn't see her properly. The tap teacher made sure we all knew what we were meant to be doing. And it inevitably felt much more like dancing than the ballet class, which consisted of lots of barre work. By the end of tonight's class we'd worked through a fairly simple dance and it was so, so, so much fun - complex enough to be challenging but not enough to be confusing. And the music was great, and by the end we were all strutting about and tapping away. I can't wait until next week. Patsington collected me from the bus stop and I should confess that as soon as we got home I donned the tap shoes and forced the poor thing to witness my dancing skills. He recovered in time for us to watch last night's (recorded) Battlestar Galactica, which was fantastic, as usual.

But to go back to yesterday - Brief Encounter was blissful on the big screen. daegaer and I feasted on Maltesers (from a box, too, not a plastic bag, for a more authentic '40s sweet-eating experience. I hadn't seen a box of Maltesers for years, but they do still exist) and settled down for a good old cry. I love that film so much - the restraint, Celia Johnson's amazingly expressive face, the profound and tragic moments that are interupted by stupid random things, the freedom and genuine joy of Joyce Carey and Stanley Holloway's relationship, the awful moment when Laura runs out of the refreshment room to the express train, the aching noble misery. And I also love the location shots, the shops and the people in the background who all look like old photos of your grandparents with their neat little hats (the ladies) and their trilbies (the men). I'm sure I've said before how much I love Laura's hats in the film, but it deserves repeating - they are so brilliant. I'd love to go to a Rocky Horror style screening of Brief Encounter - everyone would wear delicious tweed suits and wave hankies. Bliss.

This afternoon I watched Douglas Sirk's Magnificent Obsession, made just a few years later but as different as could be. Very, very entertaining though - if I was accidentally blinded by a millionare playboy, I'd like him to go back to medical school and train to be a surgeon so he could cure me. Just so you know.
Tags: fillums, kultur, look at me i'm dancin' crazy
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