"All God's children got rhythm. All God's children got swing." Or so they sing in "A Day at the Races," a full of laughter Marx Bros. gem.
I fancy old movies, old photos, old tunes, and old fashions. I think one of you once accused me of secretly being 80 years old? It was just after I talked you into recording a Mr. Ed marathon for me while I was on holiday. Sure, you might say I am fond of pop culture relics.
This Marx Bros. film is just comedy at its best. Silent films are for yesteryear, but I’m here today to shout about them from the rooftops. Gone are the days of Harpo Marx (my favorite of the brothers), only to have been replaced with plenty of junky flicks. Gimme a break! I miss the days of Nell Carter.
Those milk bottles they used to leave on doorsteps…That would have been swell. Listen to Three Dog Night’s "Old Fashioned Love Song." Lovely tune. And another thing, old camera film produced photos on such thick paper. Sure, you had that flash bulb popping overhead, but the paper was nice.
I also like the past because (now) I can afford it. My pocketbook can’t cover all the fun "here and now" gadgets that I secretly desire. New computers, newer digital cameras…I can't keep up. I may be the only living girl in New York without an iPod. I'm considering painting my headphones white.
The other day, I spotted an old electric can opener in the trash bin. This machine was twice the size of a teacup poodle. Forget about bringing that back. But the old movies are spectacular. Popcorn goes really well with Duck Soup. You'll get that joke if you too are old(-fashioned).
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