Too bad it's on a TB about a movie my mom loved.

Brigadoon actually is kinda cool, I love how when he hands the people the money they all flip out and check the date and Gene Kelly's friend goes: "What'd you give 'em? A hunk of uranium?"

Also, Mr Gorilla, speaking of Smooth Criminal... Here's a little piece I picked up just a few days ago, could be considered a comment on the clips up in the article: http://tinyurl.com/5w4654

That woman is just about the hottest thing ever to grace the screen in that one scene. Sorry to be vulgar, but she just drips with sex. That scene is one helluva turn on. Someone else said they started liking women at that point and I concurr.

Her whole seduction of Gene just leaves me in a puddle on the floor. Just wow! I've not really caught any of her other work, but the whole sequence (including the ballet scene) is imprinted for life on my memory. God rest and god speed Cyd ..... one in a million.

Cyd was incredible. Look at the clips Harry posted (and by the way Harry, with the clips this is one of the best In Memorial columns you've done in a while). She danced with comparable grace and style of Astaire and Kelly, and she could be stunningly sexy in a role or adorably cute, the girl next door. She was a true giant and THAT'S why her passing gets attention and, yes, the film world is losing too many of the old greats whose like we will never see again. RIP, Cyd, and thanks for all the glorious technicolor memories of what life and love is like in motion.

Yeah, because compared to the stunning beauty of Cyd and the exquisite elegance of her dancing, that stripper pole routine that Lindsay did at the beginning of I KNOW WHO KILLED ME will be the stuff of cinema legend too one day (insert mocking eye roll here...)

And please dont bring up those awful cheerleader routine and "2 the streets" break-dance movies. Im talking about good old-fashioned ballet quality choreagraphy and dance that just makes you jaw hit the theater floor with a sticky soda-grease and popcorn butter splat. In the clip above (forget the one) where's she's just walking down a path with Fred Astaire, and almost at random, they go from walking to dancing for a brief few seconds and back to walking again.

Hollywood used to be a place of magic because they used to create films that were genuinely magical. Now in its place we get people jumping over mortar explosions, middle-fingers, F-bombs, and movies starring four members of the Jabberwokies and an R-Kelly backup dancer.

Make a movie like any of the clips linked in this talkback, and I promise you, it wouldn't make a billion dollars on its opening weekend, but it would make a hell of a lot more money than any dumb-assed Anchorman sequel.

Rhetorical. I know what kind of dumbass that takes. I am baffled by this kind of hooey in Obit TBs. It just seems like a subspecies of TROLL is born that likes to show their ass amidst heartfelt sentiments of loss for legends that pass. There's been so many lately maybe that's why it seems like there are an inordinate number of these Trollkins.