Today my kids had a snow day and we went to the library (a busman's holiday of sorts for me, a librarian on her own day off) and checked out books and movies.
One of the movies in my motley assortment was Gold Diggers of 1933. I'd seen 42nd Street and really got a kick out of Busby Berkeley's production numbers. That was back in the '80s, when movies like that were viewed as camp. Watching a film about the Great Depression in the midst of our own crisis was an eye-opener.
One of the things that B.B. did was illustrate F.D.R.'s linkage of World War I and treatment of veterans to the men who stood in bread lines during the '30s. The commentary in the featurettes was telling as well. I'd recommend it to anyone.