How to Differentiate Astaire/Rogers Movies:
*Ginger Roger's audition in the fringe tap shorts at one hour in
Had no particular reason to choose this, but I’ll always watch a women rock star story. The Go Gos music has always been fm radio history, bops that I’d never switch the station on, but don’t love.
My biggest recommendation is an anecdote of them being hellions and snorting coke off of bathroom floors via SPIN magazine in the late 90s or early 00s. That’s so gross and rock 'n' roll, you’d think there'd be more. In a way there…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I'm sure if Letterboxd were around in 1973 it’d be mostly reviewers congratulating Kate Jackson on her face. As a self-appointed ambassador in 2019, congratulations on your face, Kate Jackson. The lighting was an uncredited character, like New York in Sex and the City. Until the last half when the final girls were pitched into darkness. An orange-tinged darkness because it was the 70s and because there was a lot of fire toward the end. I enjoyed it, probably because of its noncommittal attitude toward its potential themes. Plus, I now have, like, 50 screen caps of polyester outfits to cherish forever.