Battle Royale #2: Battle of the Hollywood Hoofers (The Results)

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.

Battle Royale #2: Battle of the Hollywood Hoofers

Welcome to the second Battle Royale here at The Most Beautiful Fraud in the World.   It is an ongoing series that will pit two cinematic greats up against each other - and you can vote for who is the greater by clicking your choice over in the poll at the top of the sidebar.

For our second go-around of Battle Royale, we are going with a classic Hollywood musical bent.  There have been many great and talented song-and-dance men throughout cinematic history, and during the golden age especially, but no two have been more loved and more idolized than this pair of battlin' Hollywood hoofers.  This is a battle - a Battle Royale if you will - between classic old world charm and the more modernized world of choreography.  In the first corner we have the man that was famously, and probably apocryphally so, written about after a screen test as, "Can't sing. Can't act. Balding. Can dance a little."  Born Frederick Austerlitz, the man who would become Fred Astaire, decked out in his finest bib and tucker, which usually meant tails and top hat (he even sang about as much), would tap dance his way (sometimes on the very ceiling) to super stardom, with a flair and grace that defined the era.  Partnered with Ginger Rogers for ten films, Astaire would attempt an early retirement, only to be forced out again to star opposite Judy Garland in Easter Parade, and later with Cyd Charisse in one of my all time favourite musicals, The Band Wagon.

Fred's competition comes from one of the most athletic dancers to ever grace the silver screen.  Gene Kelly,  may not have had the old world style of Astaire, but with his modernist style of choreography and unique song-and-dance innovations, he would transform the Hollywood musical into a whole other beast.  Starring in An American in Paris and my all time favourite musical (as well as one of my ten favourite films) Singin' in the Rain, Kelly was as much the epitome of new world charm as Astaire was of old world.  The two men only ever danced together once on screen (1946's The Ziegfeld Follies, from whence the pictures included in the post come) and it is certainly a shame we only ever got that one brief glimpse of these two great dancers together.   Cyd Charisse once claimed that the way her husband could tell who she had danced with was, "If I was black and blue, it was Gene. If I didn't have a scratch it was Fred."  I think that pretty much sums up the differing dance styles of these two combatants.

So go ahead and vote vote vote.  Go on over to the poll widget near the top of the sidebar and make your choice.  And please feel free to leave any comments you wish to on the subject, but also please remember that in order to have your vote (and your voice) counted, you must go over to the poll in the sidebar and actually vote.  No votes listed in the comments section can or will be counted.  But please go ahead and comment anyway (the more, the merrier) but do it after you vote.  Our first Battle Royale garnered fifty votes, but I believe we can do better this time around. You have just under three weeks to vote.  After that I will announce the victor and we will move onto Battle Royale #3 - whomever that may include.