I just watched a really terrible film about singers, EVERYBODY SING!, which starred Allan Jones (one of my favourite old movie singers), young Judy Garland, and Fanny Brice, among others. Unfortunately, despite this line up of talent, there wasn't a single decent song in the score of this very silly movie - it was one of those escapist throwaways with little discernable plot, and theatrical productions of gargantuan Busby Berkeley proportions (or maybe Flo Ziegfeld proportions). Brice did her Baby Snooks routine. Garland sang an utterly execrable song about swing. Jones sang one very forgettable love ballad (several times), and a lot of tuneful recitatives. I didn't bother watching the credits to the end to see who wrote the pointless music. It just bothers me that Hollywood *wasted* such great talents on such pathetically flimsy material. Anyone who thinks that it's only recent years that have had the monopoly on crap movies need only watch some of the absolute garbage that was churned out by the major studios in the '30s. Apparently decent scriptwriters and songwriters were in just as short supply then as they are now. After all, one really CAN count the number of Gershwin-Porter-Kern-Rodgers-quality composers on two hands, can't one?
Karen Mercedes http://www.radix.net/~dalila/index.html ______________________________________ I will sing with the spirit, and I will sing with the understanding also. 1 Corinthians 14:15
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