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January 1946 [Sep. 3rd, 2005|10:50 pm]
Classic Stars


Well I got to make that screen test with Gene Kelly. He's a terrific dancer (something we all already knew) - he's a perfectionist if I ever met though - and I have to admit, I'm so happy about that. I showed up wearing heels (about two inches high) so I was a good 5'11" then and Gene (who's 5'8") said, "The sonofabitch grew in Hawaii" to Arthur Freed. I said, "Mr. Kelly, I was wearing flats the last time yo usaw me. I often wear heels and when I dance I'm usually tip-toing about. I can't pilae the entire time we dance. You'd better get used to the height difference or work around it."
Gene: Why can't you?
me: Why can't I, what?
Gene: Pilae the whole time.
me: Well, it would look terribly awkward and I strive for perfection in my art. If you're going to make me look like a fool, we might as well call this off.
Gene: I like your spice, kid. We'll edge up the ballet a little bit, make it jazzy, then you can bend your knees a lot.

Well we proceeded into a six hour long rehearsal and finished with the screen test. One day of work, but it went smoothly. Gene incorporated a lot of moves in which I bent my knees, slightly awkward but I'm sure it works.

As I was walking through the lot back to my car, I felt a slight tug at my elbow. I looked around - no one. I looked down - Mickey Rooney. He had a big grin across his face, and he was staring eye level - which, needless to say, his eyes were not meeting mine. "You've got the damnest legs I've ever seen. Let me take a good look at those gems. Christ, they go on for miles. Are you a model or something?"
"No, Mr. Rooney. I'm a dancer."
"I should've known. You want to make a picture with me?"
"I don't know, Mr. Rooney. Do you think you could take a good look at my face to see if I'm film material?"
He looked up, I stood a good foot taler than him, but I've heard not to mention it directly to him or he'll o off like a firecracker.
"Yeah," he said. "Your face will do."
(Gee, thanks.)

I really must learn to dislike heels ... no one ever sees my face. Even old Arthur Freed can't tell you the color of my eyes and he was focusing the camera on the close up of my face. *sigh* I have noticed since then that the women on this lot do seem to all be so statuesque and just tower over the men. It bruises their egos so, but cie la ve, so they say.

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2005-12-04 06:51 pm (UTC)
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