The Bruce Connor film is so great that you might want to insist that anyone/everyone watch Have a Tantrum first. Just to be sure. Moving from insipid, bright color, jangle to the brilliant B/W vortex of Toni Basil is a perfect sequence. Now go find those footie-festooned sleepers. I want to see!
I love it. You knew I'd love it. I shall dance after my non-dancing knee is replacing with a fully dancable knee with extra go-go components. I love you.
The Bruce Connor film is so great that you might want to insist that anyone/everyone watch Have a Tantrum first. Just to be sure. Moving from insipid, bright color, jangle to the brilliant B/W vortex of Toni Basil is a perfect sequence. Now go find those footie-festooned sleepers. I want to see!
I love it. You knew I'd love it. I shall dance after my non-dancing knee is replacing with a fully dancable knee with extra go-go components. I love you.
Having a tantrum is actually a pretty good mental image to inform 60s-style untethered dancing. I could shimmy to that (though hopefully not à la 47).