For years, all that passed across our TV screen was a series of grins. Harpo, Chico, Groucho, wide-eyed and cheesy, and, over and over again, Gene Kelly. There must have been other videos, programmes even, but all I remember are these movies my brothers and I gazed at as if we knew all about classics (Singin' in the Rain, An American in Paris) though for all we cared they could have been made the day before. We would rerun 'Moses Supposes' (Kelly and Donald O'Connor spinning and pinning down their elocution teacher in a tap dance of schoolboy naughtiness), 'Singin' in the Rain' (flu-defying splashes in puddles), 'I Got Rhythm' (Kelly teaching French kids how to dance like aeroplanes and 'chu-chu trains'), an instrumental in It's Always Fair Weather (three soldiers crashing rhythmically around the streets with enormous trash-can lids on their shoes). It was an endless party, a crazy magic show set to music, and every so often Gene Kelly's raised eyebrow, sidelong smile would open up his face like an upside-down wink.

LRB 21 March 1996 | PDF Download