Well, our second Battle Royale is over, and just like our first one (Ingrid Bergman vs. Greta Garbo in the Battle of the Beautiful Swedes), it was what one would call a real squeaker. With 66 votes cast (16 more than our first Battle Royale incidentally) it was a veritable photo finish, with just two votes separating our two song-and-dance men of legend and lore. Now the only question that remains is just which one of these Hollywood hoofers received those two aforementioned extra votes. Would it be the Omaha born toe-tapping of Frederick Austerlitz or the gymnastic artistry of Eugen Curran Kelly of Iron City, that would win the day? Would it be the class and old world style of Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly's flawless acrobatic choreography that would take the Battle Royale crown? Well, with a score of 34 to 32 (or 52% to 48% for the statistically-minded among us), it was Fred Astaire, Daddy Long Legs himself, squeaking out a victory over Gene Gene the Dancing Machine.
Personally my vote went to Kelly (twice now my choice has lost) but alas, twas not to be. In the end it was the elder statesman over the brash kid (Astaire was thirteen years older). In all actuality though, Kelly himself would have probably voted for Astaire as well. The elder statesman was one of Kelly's heroes. Kelly said of Astaire, "Ginger Rogers danced with Astaire. It was the only time in the movies that you looked at the man, not the woman." Kelly also said that Astaire represented the aristocracy, while he represented the proletariat. Kelly also (reputedly) said, "If Fred Astaire is the Cary Grant of dance, I am the Marlon Brando." Take that in whatever way you wish. Anyway, that is it for the second Battle Royale. I will announce the next battle in a couple of days, so watch out for that. It will surely be the bitchiest battle so far. And remember to tell all your friends to join in on the fun so we can up the vote totals. The more the merrier after all. See ya in a few days oh faithful readers and true believers.