If Only Tony Had Tangoed

Or, When Dance and Movies Collide (inspired by recent comments/posts by Tangocherie and Alex).

An early morning musing: What if Tony Manero had been walking to a milonga instead of to a disco? No BeeGees perhaps, and I sure would have started dancing tango a lot earlier in life.

Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers didn't inspire me to dance because they were so perfect and beautiful that I couldn't aspire to be like them. But John Travolta and ahem, Sally Potter, made me get out on the dance floor and give it a shot because I could relate to them as being normal people who like to dance.

I will admit that I have soft spot in my heart for The Hustle. And the above clip might be one of the best openings to a movie, ever.



Come on, admit it. You like this too.

Now I'm going back to bed. Sitting in front of a computer at 6am on a Saturday is insane.