| Style—go ahead talking about style.
You can tell where a man gets his style just as you can tell where Pavlowa got her legs or Ty Cobb his batting eye.
Carl Sandburg – Chicago Poems |
A lotta style. A sexy Soviet secret agent dancer, an old-time movie-gangster glamour moll, the thousand years Scottish-glen mystery woman. An over-the-top beauty with enormous sex appeal and the best legs evahhhh in the business has left the stage.
My heart fractures a bit today. Cyd Charisse has died at age 87, unable to recover from a recent apparent heart attack.
If you’ve never seen Cyd in the scene in Silk Stockings where she changes clothes, stockings, demeanor, as she dances, you cannot understand the meaning of the word seduction.
If there was a movie star I wanted to be when I grew up, Cyd Charisse was it. Each time she was on screen in a movie on television when I was young in the sixties, my dad would say ..."Best legs in the world – that’s why I married your mom, you know" with a twinkle in his eyes.
| Astaire, who called her "beautiful dynamite," said somewhat enigmatically, "When you dance with Cyd Charisse, you've been danced with." |
Forget Betty Grable...Cyd Charisse was the ultimate pin-up girl for many, many of our dads, grand-dads, and great grand-dads decades ago. The Bandwagon, Silk Stockings ( a musical remake of Soviet espionage versus the Western World at its most compelling...! What a storyline.), Brigadoon, Singin’ in the Rain...
| Dancing in the dark 'til the tune ends
We're dancing in the dark and it soon ends
We're waltzing in the wonder of why we're here
Time hurries by, we're here and gone
Looking for the light of a new love
To brighten up the night, I have you love
And we can face the music together
Dancing in the dark
What- though love is old
What- though song is old
Through them we can be young
Hear this heart of mine
Make yours part of mine
Dear one, tell me that we're one
Dancing in the dark 'til the tune ends
We're dancing in the dark and it soon ends
We're waltzing in the wonder of why we're here
Time hurries by, we're here and gone
Lyrics, Howard Dietz |
Peace to you, beautiful Cyd.