Saturday, January 31, 2009

The low point of American Cinema


On my way back from Kansas City tonight, a friend and I were discussing American cinema and its nadir.  I propose this.  What do you think?  You'll have a hard time topping roller skates, feathered hair, leg warmers, Olympian Muses, and Olivia Newton John.  Try it.

And if you have time, Britta and I both thought this was amazing.  Gene Kelly at his best.  On roller skates.  Yes.  Roller skates.

7 comments:

Unknown said...

Thanks, Scott, now I've got the theme song for Xanadu stuck in my head... :)

Scott said...

HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Kyle said...

I have to say that Gene Kelly clip is amazing! I had never seen that before, but makes me want to see the movie.

I hope you guys are doing wonderful! You're both awesome and will be incredible parents!

Karen K. said...

Holy Cow. "Nadir" Is that the vocab word of the day? I had to type it into Word and use the thesaurus.

Ah come on...what's wrong with feathered hair??? I swooned and practically died for guys with feathered hair in my youthful years. hahahahaha. I don't think I ever saw Xanadu... I will check these out.

Karen K. said...

Ok...I've now watched the Xanadu trailer. I'm not sure I CAN top it. I'll give it some thought however. I do know this, I'm not going to go out looking for it, that's for sure! And the Gene Kelly clip. Well, AMAZING is all I can say. He is so well, graceful is the only word I can come up with. Smooth? Fluid? Amazing. Thanks for posting that. I wish I could dance! Now I just have to figure out how to use 'nadir' in my everyday conversation...

Anonymous said...

What?! You're kidding right? (Amber here) Britta, you must know that Xanadu was/is one of the Erickson family classics. How dare you speak ill! Don't you remember the House of Xanadu at Wisconsin Dells? All 80s future and everything. I even dreamed for years that I could be in Xanadu, that I could rollerskate into a brick wall and enter another dimension. I think I even tried . . .

Scott said...

Ha Ha . . . Rollerskating into a brick wall. I think that describes each of my experiences at the roller rink growing up (it was only then that I could turn, and travel straight to the next wall for my next turn).