Classic Scenes #8

A friend of mine has this blanket hatred of musicals, across the board, no exceptions. I used to try reasoning with him, but recently I've started coming around to his way of thinking. Our culture is under attack from the song-and-dance stormtroopers. It's a bandwagon (rather than The Band Wagon) and it's all getting out of hand. Everyone wants to wallow in second-hand showbiz glamour, hide their heads from the economic crisis, happily watch an entire X-Factor generation sing and dance their little hearts out for a chance in the fame spotlight. And sometimes I just get fed up with it, never want to hear a character break into song ever again, never want to see some second-rate celebrity hoofing for all their worth ever again. But then I come across this and I remember why I always argued against that friend of mine. Because this is the antidote to all of the above. It's mesmerising, Fred so graceful, so God-like, I genuinely believe he makes the cane rise into his hand on his own. What we see today isn't even related to this. There should be a different name for it. Art or something.